Saturday, August 05, 2006


Poison, poison in my veins;
Flowing, ebbing, seaking
Hidden spaces in my marrow.

Killing, killing.
No discrimination.
Equal opportunity destroyer.

Poison, poison down the tube,
Drop by drop, death comes -

Poison, poison makes me sick.
Hungover without the party.
Strap a piano to your back tired.

Vampyre, vampyre kiss my vein.
It's vampyre spit my life
is hanging from.

Oh marvels of modern medicine
protect me.


Blogger Queen of Ass said...

It's the most bizarre thing when your body starts attacking itself. When suddenly there's no protecting yourself FROM yourself. Except with the aide of chemicals, of course.

10:23 PM, August 05, 2006  
Blogger Phaedrous said...

Aye, Queen, tis queer indeed that we must use poison to heal - or attempt to. I hate this shit, but it's the rock and hard place I find myself in.

Know what I mean?


10:32 PM, August 05, 2006  
Blogger lime said...

there is real irony in the cure making a person feel so very ill. i hope there are people close to you that are able to lend practical support through this.

8:50 AM, August 06, 2006  

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