so, it's been a year on thursday since I wrote an entry here. And it's been about that long since I actually added anything here.

I wrote a poem inspired [kinda] by Neil Gaiman's novel, Neverwhere. There was a scene where the main characters are going to see these "Black Friars" or whatever. And, they hint at torturing people or something, and my mind started to wander visually. The friar who was narrating the hints at torturing was blind, so he had this kind of sympathy for the other friar's who actually had to watch the people die. So, I pictured the grey eyed friar slicing into a victim's arm, like a deep wound and sticking his hand into it and then like the friar and the tortured person became one body where their pain was indistinguishable. It flowed between the friar and the person because the pain was a result of both of their choices or something along those lines. Thus, I wrote the shit. Just thought I'd give some background info so it seems less angsty.

It's more of a depiction of the images in my mind rather than relating to some specific nothing.

I'll post a manuscript I wrote a year ago too, just because I feel lame for posting my pathetic attempts at poetry.

feel free to critique away, too.