Thursday, June 02, 2005

You know you have to eat It

Strings like lines
Connects everything to everything
A string snaps leave a gaping hole, black
There will probably never be a doctor here
Paramedic or nurse
Even though its all I need, all that will come is the coroner
Sane witnesses never see
I have no faith in
Amputees never stop complaining
Just cut it all off
Cut it all out
I've never seen anything like it
Never hear with ears cut off
Euthanasia surgery with an axe sympathetic hatred
Tied down straight jacket Hell
Leather straps and padded walls stench of piss
Chains, electroconvulsive, pills
Empty, dank, echo
Healthy screams clear your throat
Screams rip out your circuitry
But let others know

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