Tuesday, March 30, 2010

i'm at ease with this disease

i’m at ease with my disease.  my bones are skin is just a clever disguise for my decaying heart.  I dread seeing tomorrow through the hollowed out eyes that stare back at me from the bathroom mirror.  Candy land-pharmacy style.  I don’t have any place to call home.  I’m an orphan.  Homesick from hospital waiting rooms.  Cardiac arrest me and throw away the keys.  I weave lies like the lastest fashion.  Hang yourself from the rafters of this shattered dream.  I share my secrets with the white noise in my ears.  Same sob story, same sob channel.  Signed, sealed and delivered from my wrists to your lungs.  

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