adorn.
disfigure.
without the light
shadows grow bigger.
and heaven smiles on the love that we preserve,
in icy veins and nerves,
thawed just in time to penetrate
[to wait]
for you to mutilate
into a lasting effect
the jagged wounds infect,
the scars that mark your place,
they had to operate
[white coats]
clawing at irregularly
carved tissue
but still they couldn't find you
in gashes caused by violent surgical incisions,
together we made decisions
to keep what we had,
not let them find us,
[shut down]
and put this world behind us,
to fight away the doctors,
the ministers,
the monsters.
you told me to ignore
i.v tubes
imposing on us
monitors
focused on us
we refused their social recognition,
to deep enthralled by our condition,
enslaved by love
this prison,
incarcerated by a lustful disposition.
i kept your soul
locked up from this world's
imperfect reality
is this really me?
dilute my sanity
there's nothing wrong with me
well whats left anyway.
bodies like a shell,
we left them in that hell
weakly clinging to souls
what we don't need we can dissever
and sleep safe inside our minds forever
where our burns are only mental
the cold Steel of knifes feels almost gentle
where cleaved flesh is almost normal
and we're perpetually beautiful.
Author notes
Written August 23rd, 2006
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really really good. stop being so good i feel uber inferior
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thank you. i could see where you would get that idea, it does give off that vibe.
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I really liked your theme.
For some reason this poem gives me images of Edward Scissorhands -
i read this one too. its beautiful. just like your soul. every poem you write down makes your white wings grow bigger and more intricate. less is more, not here. you have the most georgous wings. and you make me jealous
i hate you.
-x-
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