Dark Corners
Sep. 7th, 2008 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
measured_wordsThis sort of spilled out of my head after I finished reading No Country of Old Men, but I think I lost it about 3/4 of the way through.
Dark Corners
Let me tell you about the dark corners of the mind. They’re in mine and, like as not, they’re in yours as well. At least to some degree. Maybe you’re like me and you know a little better than you might like to admit to most folks about how dark, how twisted they are, and how deep they go. I like to think most folks are like that – thinking about just what they might be capable of in the right time or place. Or the wrong one. I like to think most folks are like that because it feels like some kind of absolution. I’m human after all, aren’t I?
What’s it say that I have to ask that? I’ve not one anything wrong. Nothing serious wrong. Everyone’s done something, I figure. But nothing evil, me. Never hurt no one on purpose.
Leastwise, not yet. Funny thing about dark corners is sometimes you can’t see ‘em coming, and there’s no ways to know what’s around ‘em. You just come to this bad place full of evil thinking. And then you get all filled up that same dark and suddenly you know there ain’t much to turn thoughts to deeds. Ain’t even a matter of doin’ – just a matter of not stoppin’.
This ain’t me, you’ll say. It’s some mad thing. Maybe you can blame drink or drugs… but you’re the one what took ‘em, and these days ain’t no one gonna believe you din’t know you were startin’ on a black path.
Maybe it were just an excuse. Maybe you just needed some little thing to let say “Oh I can’t stop this.”
But you know it’s a lie.
Still believe I ain’t done no evil thing?
I ain’t never killed no one, but I sometimes think I’d like to. I just need that thing. That excuse. Save I gotta find one folks will buy.
Ever been so angry you can’t talk, can’t move, can’t barely think save for knowing you;’re at a damned dark crossroads there ain’t no turnin’ away from? A line in the sand and you know you’ll bring Hell with you if you cross, and maybe you’ll bring it for those what crossed you, but for certain it’ll be comin’ for you? What can you do? Scream? Nothing. How’s the world gonna let you burn that of when it ain’t noways okay to even get mad these days? They’ll give you more consequences and no good answers. They just leave you staring in to that dark corner. But you don’t dare. You don’t dare step forward.
Do you?
Would you like to know what’s on the other side? What’s waiting for you on the other side of the line, just past that turnin’ point? You want to know what’s lurking there?
Come close. Look. Look at me. I can see myself in your scared shining eyes. Can you see me? Yes of course you can. Cause I’m what’s there.
Dark Corners
Let me tell you about the dark corners of the mind. They’re in mine and, like as not, they’re in yours as well. At least to some degree. Maybe you’re like me and you know a little better than you might like to admit to most folks about how dark, how twisted they are, and how deep they go. I like to think most folks are like that – thinking about just what they might be capable of in the right time or place. Or the wrong one. I like to think most folks are like that because it feels like some kind of absolution. I’m human after all, aren’t I?
What’s it say that I have to ask that? I’ve not one anything wrong. Nothing serious wrong. Everyone’s done something, I figure. But nothing evil, me. Never hurt no one on purpose.
Leastwise, not yet. Funny thing about dark corners is sometimes you can’t see ‘em coming, and there’s no ways to know what’s around ‘em. You just come to this bad place full of evil thinking. And then you get all filled up that same dark and suddenly you know there ain’t much to turn thoughts to deeds. Ain’t even a matter of doin’ – just a matter of not stoppin’.
This ain’t me, you’ll say. It’s some mad thing. Maybe you can blame drink or drugs… but you’re the one what took ‘em, and these days ain’t no one gonna believe you din’t know you were startin’ on a black path.
Maybe it were just an excuse. Maybe you just needed some little thing to let say “Oh I can’t stop this.”
But you know it’s a lie.
Still believe I ain’t done no evil thing?
I ain’t never killed no one, but I sometimes think I’d like to. I just need that thing. That excuse. Save I gotta find one folks will buy.
Ever been so angry you can’t talk, can’t move, can’t barely think save for knowing you;’re at a damned dark crossroads there ain’t no turnin’ away from? A line in the sand and you know you’ll bring Hell with you if you cross, and maybe you’ll bring it for those what crossed you, but for certain it’ll be comin’ for you? What can you do? Scream? Nothing. How’s the world gonna let you burn that of when it ain’t noways okay to even get mad these days? They’ll give you more consequences and no good answers. They just leave you staring in to that dark corner. But you don’t dare. You don’t dare step forward.
Do you?
Would you like to know what’s on the other side? What’s waiting for you on the other side of the line, just past that turnin’ point? You want to know what’s lurking there?
Come close. Look. Look at me. I can see myself in your scared shining eyes. Can you see me? Yes of course you can. Cause I’m what’s there.
