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Jul 30, 2009
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Sunken Eyes
I'm weighed down from within
iron balls and chains
rusty stains around my limbs
The heavy rain,
it makes that special sound,
that calms the rush,
forgives and drowns.
my thoughts race,
and theres an ache in my guts
five different people
spout five conversations at once
taunting and spontaneous
haunting and simultaneous
and worse when i close my eyes.
worn thin from this disguise
but oh! doctor, doctor!
pop these pills i have here!
they'll make you numb
and overly cynical,
but hey! persevere!
I've been sickened first
by a wicked thirst
unrelenting,
in past, present, and future tense
misrepresenting
under false pretense
it calls my name
and laughs hysterical
fueling my disease
sending thought spherical
ALIEN! ALIEN!
creating an alias,
in the crater where he slept
incognito, limbs intact
and green below the neck
but oh! doctor, doctor!
pop these pills i have here!
they'll make you numb
and overly cynical,
but hey! persevere!
HEY! doctor! doctor!
make me an offer
cirrhosis of my cerebrum?
phobic neurosis?
lean in close
and whisper my diagnosis.
iron balls and chains
rusty stains around my limbs
The heavy rain,
it makes that special sound,
that calms the rush,
forgives and drowns.
my thoughts race,
and theres an ache in my guts
five different people
spout five conversations at once
taunting and spontaneous
haunting and simultaneous
and worse when i close my eyes.
worn thin from this disguise
but oh! doctor, doctor!
pop these pills i have here!
they'll make you numb
and overly cynical,
but hey! persevere!
I've been sickened first
by a wicked thirst
unrelenting,
in past, present, and future tense
misrepresenting
under false pretense
it calls my name
and laughs hysterical
fueling my disease
sending thought spherical
ALIEN! ALIEN!
creating an alias,
in the crater where he slept
incognito, limbs intact
and green below the neck
but oh! doctor, doctor!
pop these pills i have here!
they'll make you numb
and overly cynical,
but hey! persevere!
HEY! doctor! doctor!
make me an offer
cirrhosis of my cerebrum?
phobic neurosis?
lean in close
and whisper my diagnosis.
— Bosscombat, Jul 30, 2009
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Seren
16 years 10 months ago
More than satisfactory ... Its awesome :)
Justice
16 years 10 months ago
Sweet