Realisation

I just had a flash of reality, I opened a picture of the one I write about and realised she is much to good looking to consider me. I think I have said it before, not only out of my league but playing a completely different game!
Its not a nice thing to work this out. I guess there will be more dark poetry?
While Im here I want to post up a poem by a guy Scott Nichols. I dont know him but Pauley Pereett sent this to me. We used to chat online untill he got herself a stalker. She changed everything, I guess I was just one of her multitude of fans......

IN THE PLAYGROUNDby Scott NicholsI
AmDisposable, reusable, I am treasured,
I am throw away
a sea of concrete and waves of overpasses;
the never ending road
waydrug induced, impaired, involved;
strung out like signs along the highway
the one in charge
the man with a gunand things will go my way
the tear that paths your cheekfor the followers who'll be cried
hammer in hand, splinter in eye
the double crosser and the crucified
the catastrophe on the 5 o'clock news;
the slowly dying and the mangledthe knot in the rope
in your lifeline of hopeand I cannot be untangled
the bottle floating in the currents
with the secret to success
your crackling thirstand your cannabalistic hunger
all alone in my wilderness
the light that calls the curiousto their hot and voltaged answer
the slow gnawing of your weaking bones
the malignancy of cancer
the finger that flicked the gasblowing kisses perfumed with death
burned and dispersed in the wintry air
by the chimney's smoky breath
the twists in your guts and the pain in your legs
the moment your race has begun
the gravelly voice on the end of the line
with news of the death of a loved one
Death beneath a forgotten cemetery
where you're about to break ground
I'm a beam of darkness
Mean as children
And you are in my playground.

- Scott Nichols