there is a darkness growing within me
only seen by me and i
breaking through this darkness will be
sooner than you can hide
i am the moon
two faces i will show you
one you would approve
the other would not be true
stepping
on the dark side of the moon
watching
what you would do
running
you will do now
crying
i don’t know how
i have feelings of hate
family causing this state
memories of rape
fantasies of killing the saint
you have nowhere to hide
it is you
that i will find
your face i shall first break
your body thrown up on stakes
the time has come
for me to return
i’ll remain docile
until your mistake
this is my fate
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 