Black As My Soul: I Wonder

February 4, 2004

I'll probably not come out and say it.
But I wonder.

I wonder every time.

Every time something stikes so close to home.
Strikes a chord.
I sit and blink.
And swallow the impulse.

Uncharted territory that feels like home.
It couldn't be...
Wouldn't it be?
What if we...?

No, no. Mustn't.
Here's the out:
I would fuck it up.
(Lays waste to any dream)

So not going to go there.

Every time something stikes so close to home.
Strikes a chord.
I sit and blink.
And swallow the impulse.

[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (February 4, 2004 2:40 AM) by writing evil. [+]