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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.


— Bosscombat, Jul 30, 2009

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Seren

16 years 10 months ago

More than satisfactory ... Its awesome :)

Does the happy dance ... I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO glad to see you back hun I have missed you and your writes ... and this ones really bloody good,have visitors at the minute will come back and have another read later when the house dies down LOL Awesome write Matty !!! ((((((((((((((hug))))))))))))) Did Robb tell you I will be down on the 28th ?? LOL and spending a day or four ???? he he he big love and hugz Jayneeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D
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Justice

16 years 10 months ago

Sweet

Wicked dude - what's the diagnosis?