Falling into Darkness

I wrote this poem a while back to describe prison ...or being in prison. right after dude jumped off the gallery in December of 2013... It's kinda dark but hey, this is a dark place.....

The void is calling ever stronger
When the voices in my head make sense
It takes all my strength to hold on longer
I teeter then topple over the fence
It just cant get much harder
Cant last that much longer
And the void is calling ever stronger

Now the darkness engulfs me completely
Things lose meaning, touch lost feeling
A new tragedy installed weekly
Things I've seen leave me reeling
And the pitch black touches me softly
Please let it end, I ask meekly
And the darkness engulfs me completely

Then I wake in a nightmare
Days begin to blend into each other
Of the world outside I'm unaware
As weeks and years embrace like lovers
Life for life, they say it's fair.
Life for life, I'll pay the fare
And I sleep to end this nightmare.


Matt

Nihilism

My life is overwhelmingly uninteresting. That is the sad conclusion I’ve come to. My childhood was normal. My teen years uneventful. And my short lived adult life was unfortunate and pitiful. I suppose my most remarkable characteristic is not the life I lived, but the life I took, that I took a life. I’ve peaked your interest now haven’t I? How is that even possible? Should I be sad that in 35 years on this earth the most unique and interesting part of my life is the part I most wish I could forget? But, that’s life I guess. Our tragedies always overshadow our triumphs. The most moving stories are rarely of glory. Beauty is not found in love, but in love lost. The story of a woman throwing herself from a cliff because the man she loves, loves another-now that’s entertainment. But, where does that leave me? If my story was full of joy, would you be interested? Should I relish and rehash my most painful moments just so you will pay attention to me? To have your attention is to tear open festering wounds. Should I do that? Is that what you want? Could I do that? Let me guess, my suffering is somehow worth it because it brings you joy? Yeah, I see your smile through my pain. If my story was of my death, would that make you happy? That I should die just for your adoration sickens me. But, you like that don’t you? You sadist. That is what you are, after all. But, it’s not your fault. We were born into this. We are born though pain, into pain, so that others will find pleasure. That’s life. We crave horror. Find comfort in chaos. Solace in violence. And pleasure in pain. We idolize monsters, even as we persecute them. In what other world- what other lifetime- would the likes of Charles Manson, Ted Bundy, Richard Speck, Richard Ramirez, John Gacy, The Zodiac Killer, The Hillside Stranglers, The B.T.K. Killer and even Jim Jones be considered pop culture heroes! You do the math. What are we doing? Where are we going? Well, I, for one, refuse to play your sick, twisted game. I plead the fifth. I will suffer in silence. If you don’t like it, go read a newspaper to get your fix. You’ll find plenty there.

I’m just playin’ people…you know I’m just as sick as you.

Matt