Feb 23, 2003 13:14
A physiologist underground
Traced upon my wrist in dripping red liquid death
Reminders of everything you helped to kill
A burning autobiography of dreamy romance
Lost to the razorblades of hands that cannot feel
I thought once was enough to make my fingers tingle
But you thought it was better that my whole left side twitch
And my hand hung so limply that it seemed pointless
But still you sketched a map of what would never be up my arm
And I thought it was over when you walked away
But that was only to clean off your sharp metal feelings
That you forced into my veins…you saw them bubble and explode
Until you and me both were drenched in black and red
I remember that you dragged me by my wrists
To the slimy pot of acidic truth that you had bottled up for so long
And you yanked and pulled until I was completely submerged
You should have warned me so I could have held my breath
And I emerged without a second arm hanging from my chest
Your stare corrodes my skin until there is only charred bone
Your thoughts make me shiver from the heat of them all
Does it make you feel better that I cannot see through the hollows of my rotting eyes?
And still it wasn’t enough for sadistic lovers that watch from the side
So you taped shut my mouth so that I couldn’t scream
I didn’t even notice until I tried to cough up the clumps of coagulation within me
And I was forced to take it all back in; what a filthy mucus texture on my tongue
I forgot that all these are your favorite things
The things that make me sick make you quiver with pleasure
The things that make me choke and suffocate
Make you all that more pleased with who you’ve become
And so you walked away, left me on the ground
A pile of decomposing existence that smells like your heart
You stuck a dirty warning into the remains of what was once yours
“love everyone, but keep them far from your soul”