[bloody kisses]: 558.Be Still My Fast Beating Heart.Doctor Doctor the Surgeon's Hands Are Shaking

Your words
Move me
Like cancer
Thick and black
Taunting my memories
Covering my sanity
And haunting my sincerity

Your words
Scare me
Tell me what I ignore
What I pretend not to know
But you keep pushing
And pushing
And soon I might blow

Your words
Are a fucking gun
In my own hand
telling me to pull
That God damned trigger
Telling me to pull
My fucking veins
Like a chello

Your words
Are like cancer
Sticking to me
Not going away
No matter how hard we try
And I push them away
With each word I say
But I find out
I'm lying

Your words
Are like vinyl
Squishing through
All my brain cells
Rotting my natural thought
My common sense
Rotting my escape route
My common sense
My common sense
Common sense
Senses failing

Because...

Your words
Are like a cancer
And just like my grandmother
This sickness
Might not go away
Will you end me?
Make it soon
I want it so bad
To taste the vulgarity
Of nothing

But your words
Your fucking words
They bite into my skin
Pressing into sinew
Your words are like teeth
Like fangs
Like jaws
Clamping
Crippling
My mentallity.

Your words
Used to save me...
What happened?

[1/23/09]