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Sept 7, 2014 17:35:17 GMT -5
Post by Onyx on Sept 7, 2014 17:35:17 GMT -5
eyes flashing with the fear of angels we found them in the trees Inscrutable doctors, sensible doctors, way-out doctors, doctors you'd think were patients if you weren't shown proof otherwise, ask the same questions, put words in my mouth, offer chemical cures for congenital anguish and cover each other's until I want to scream for you, the only doctor who ever touched me voluntarily, who looked me in the eye, who laughed at my gallows humour spoken in the voice from the newly-dug grave, who took the when I shaved my head, who lied and said it was nice to see me. Who lied. And said it was nice to see me. I trusted you, I loved you, and it's not losing you that hurts me, but your bare-faced falsehoods that masquerade as medical notes. Your truth, your lies, not mine. And while I was believing that you were different and that you maybe even felt the distress that sometimes flickered across your face and threatened to erupt, you were covering your too. Like every other stupid mortal. To my mind that's betrayal. And my mind is the subject of these bewildered fragments. Nothing can extinguish my anger. And nothing can restore my faith. This is not a world in which I wish to live. |
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“carve your name into my arm” cydonia skye - twenty six - wanderer Inscrutable doctors, sensible doctors, way-out doctors, doctors you'd think were patients if you weren't shown proof otherwise, ask the same questions, put words in my mouth, offer chemical cures for congenital anguish and cover each other's until I want to scream for you, the only doctor who ever touched me voluntarily, who looked me in the eye, who laughed at my gallows humour spoken in the voice from the newly-dug grave, who took the when I shaved my head, who lied and said it was nice to see me. Who lied. And said it was nice to see me. I trusted you, I loved you, and it's not losing you that hurts me, but your bare-faced falsehoods that masquerade as medical notes. Your truth, your lies, not mine. And while I was believing that you were different and that you maybe even felt the distress that sometimes flickered across your face and threatened to erupt, you were covering your too. Like every other stupid mortal. To my mind that's betrayal. And my mind is the subject of these bewildered fragments. Nothing can extinguish my anger. And nothing can restore my faith. This is not a world in which I wish to live. Inscrutable doctors, sensible doctors, way-out doctors, doctors you'd think were patients if you weren't shown proof otherwise, ask the same questions, put words in my mouth, offer chemical cures for congenital anguish and cover each other's until I want to scream for you, the only doctor who ever touched me voluntarily, who looked me in the eye, who laughed at my gallows humour spoken in the voice from the newly-dug grave, who took the when I shaved my head, who lied and said it was nice to see me. Who lied. And said it was nice to see me. I trusted you, I loved you, and it's not losing you that hurts me, but your bare-faced falsehoods that masquerade as medical notes. Your truth, your lies, not mine. And while I was believing that you were different and that you maybe even felt the distress that sometimes flickered across your face and threatened to erupt, you were covering your too. Like every other stupid mortal. To my mind that's betrayal. And my mind is the subject of these bewildered fragments. Nothing can extinguish my anger. And nothing can restore my faith. This is not a world in which I wish to live. Inscrutable doctors, sensible doctors, way-out doctors, doctors you'd think were patients if you weren't shown proof otherwise, ask the same questions, put words in my mouth, offer chemical cures for congenital anguish and cover each other's until I want to scream for you, the only doctor who ever touched me voluntarily, who looked me in the eye, who laughed at my gallows humour spoken in the voice from the newly-dug grave, who took the when I shaved my head, who lied and said it was nice to see me. Who lied. And said it was nice to see me. I trusted you, I loved you, and it's not losing you that hurts me, but your bare-faced falsehoods that masquerade as medical notes. Your truth, your lies, not mine. And while I was believing that you were different and that you maybe even felt the distress that sometimes flickered across your face and threatened to erupt, you were covering your too. Like every other stupid mortal. To my mind that's betrayal. And my mind is the subject of these bewildered fragments. Nothing can extinguish my anger. And nothing can restore my faith. This is not a world in which I wish to live. Inscrutable doctors, sensible doctors, way-out doctors, doctors you'd think were patients if you weren't shown proof otherwise, ask the same questions, put words in my mouth, offer chemical cures for congenital anguish and cover each other's until I want to scream for you, the only doctor who ever touched me voluntarily, who looked me in the eye, who laughed at my gallows humour spoken in the voice from the newly-dug grave, who took the when I shaved my head, who lied and said it was nice to see me. Who lied. And said it was nice to see me. I trusted you, I loved you, and it's not losing you that hurts me, but your bare-faced falsehoods that masquerade as medical notes. Your truth, your lies, not mine. And while I was believing that you were different and that you maybe even felt the distress that sometimes flickered across your face and threatened to erupt, you were covering your too. Like every other stupid mortal. To my mind that's betrayal. And my mind is the subject of these bewildered fragments. Nothing can extinguish my anger. And nothing can restore my faith. This is not a world in which I wish to live. |
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BEFORE WE SLEEP FOREVER
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