Something a little darker…

So, hands up, I hate things that are needlessly dark.

Mostly of the time it seems people just sell shock to mask any lack of originality or thought. Hence, I have little patience with a LOT of horror or the hyper-gothic obsessed and those claiming to be crazy.

You really, really aren’t.

There is merit in darkness though, but only when there is light too.

Though, notwithstanding my clearly stubborn views, I have written something a little darker than poems of junk food & masturbation. It’s based on the classic form of the Villanelle, an old folk form which repeats two different, but rhyming, refrain lines.

I thought, given the stereotypical proclivity of mad men repeating phrases à la All Work and No Play, that it may be fun to run these two incongruent areas into one unholy mess.

Here is my mess:

Conspiracy

I killed a man for the greater good, who
Would spread lies so others, being misled,
Can no longer judge me, or what I do.

The papers didn’t give my point of view
And wouldn’t quote me whenever I said
I killed a man for the greater good, who

Suppressed the truths you never even knew
and those who only have what they have read
Can no longer judge me, or what I do.

Everything’s been packaged up for you
To consume, your blood lust wants to be fed.
I killed a man for the greater good, who

Can say they wouldn’t do the same thing too?
All those who killed in secret in their head
Can no longer judge me, or what I do.

I tell myself nothing he said was true
But a body grows heavy when it’s dead.
I killed a man for the greater good, who
Can no longer judge me, or what I do.