The familiar sound of nothing...
I decided that my last entry needed continuation. I read it....and I was greeted with the familiar sound of nothing.
*cigarette break*
Fuck.
Apparently I'm addicted to those things.
The need for repetition is burning me alive.....or...slowing rotting me away. I can't decide which would be more pleasant.
Give me a knife and I would carve it all out for you in my skin.
Carve out everything for your perfect rendition of love.
What more can I give to you that you don't already deserve?
You didn't deserve anything I gave you. You fucking bitch.
Make some time to talk with yourself. It's sobering.
A medicinal dose of hatred from me.
And no more lies to ease it down.
I hope you fucking choke on every word you left me. And every word you didn't. Apparently you had no time to talk to me tonight. But thats what I would come to expect.
The days move along and....whats this?
Somethings changing?
Indeed.
It's me.
Finally.
A Poem for you....
Memories. Loving dreams.
Cold to the touch.
I forget the familiar sounds of silence.
You reminded me.
Tonight.
There is nothing left but my fledging desire to hate.
Everything you were?
No
Everything you are.
Everything you left inside me.
Everything you will destroy....like a heartbeat.
Like this heartbeat.
Slowing down.
Slowing Down.
Walk with me and never leave, tell me how your hearts in need.
Whisper what you need from me....as I drown you in the sea.
Fuck you.
And this time...I mean it with every ounce inside me.
Every ounce I have delicately left with you.
Did you lose your voice again?
Because I cant hear you anymore.
*cigarette break*
So we are capable of beauty.
I just proved it to you.
Kevin J. Barnard
*cigarette break*
Fuck.
Apparently I'm addicted to those things.
The need for repetition is burning me alive.....or...slowing rotting me away. I can't decide which would be more pleasant.
Give me a knife and I would carve it all out for you in my skin.
Carve out everything for your perfect rendition of love.
What more can I give to you that you don't already deserve?
You didn't deserve anything I gave you. You fucking bitch.
Make some time to talk with yourself. It's sobering.
A medicinal dose of hatred from me.
And no more lies to ease it down.
I hope you fucking choke on every word you left me. And every word you didn't. Apparently you had no time to talk to me tonight. But thats what I would come to expect.
The days move along and....whats this?
Somethings changing?
Indeed.
It's me.
Finally.
A Poem for you....
Memories. Loving dreams.
Cold to the touch.
I forget the familiar sounds of silence.
You reminded me.
Tonight.
There is nothing left but my fledging desire to hate.
Everything you were?
No
Everything you are.
Everything you left inside me.
Everything you will destroy....like a heartbeat.
Like this heartbeat.
Slowing down.
Slowing Down.
Walk with me and never leave, tell me how your hearts in need.
Whisper what you need from me....as I drown you in the sea.
Fuck you.
And this time...I mean it with every ounce inside me.
Every ounce I have delicately left with you.
Did you lose your voice again?
Because I cant hear you anymore.
*cigarette break*
So we are capable of beauty.
I just proved it to you.
Kevin J. Barnard