Though not a poem, I wrote this at a time when I'd made my world dark.
I left in the morning. Gone to nowhere. When they'll start to call, I won't answer. I began planning my demise because it comforts me with it's familiarity. It's what I do.What I've always done. I glanced behind me, making sure my sins were still in the backseat. A sigh of relief and car exhaust. It was then that I breathed in deep to clear my mind of all I was about to destroy. I would burn everything to the ground in this moment of soullessness . Watch it die. And smile and sit back. Enjoy the fucking ride.
I went with you because I always will; though it mutilates and changes me. You turn me to dust. But you know I'll keep coming back. Every time. Like a sickness I can't shake.
Delirious and sweating, I rode a carousel. And we went round and around and around. Each turn took something from me. You laughed a bright shiny laugh. I forgot who I was. Then the music faded. We left our ride.
Back in the car, I watched the rearview when you and my sins began to fight it out. I wondered who would eventually win. I kept driving.
