Poison
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 -
Hissing.
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.
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 -
Hissing.
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.
Copyright ©2003-2007 Phaedrous
posted by Phaedrous at 7:35 PM
3 Comments:
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.
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?
P.
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.
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