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So she sits and stares, content in this vulgar state of undress and undiluted fear. Hidden behind glass houses -cookie cutter dreams dipped in the inanity- *At least it was all natural* Scripted verse and off book ques left her wondering if you could taste circadian rhythms on his lips. If you could, did it taste of bitter sorrow? Or of citrus hopefulness? Did the shifting moons change the patterns, of diseased delight? Or did the language finally take a nose dive off the tip of your tongue?
Child Abuse Kills
Darling, aren't you a sweet one- Oh so deserving of affection, of the attention you desire. Bleeding lips never looked so attractive and the bruises on your hips- they'll be my guide tonight. Weren't you the one always talking about blackened eyes? Well, now you have them. See through them, Baby. Tell me what I've done and why I'm doing. Whisper lies and useless words in my ears. Regret isn't my strong point but you knew that before you came. Came to me to say it was over, that you don't want to do this again. You bend so pretty girl, your own twisted words admit your defeat. Admit it. You can't resist me.
Tourniquets placate masochistic tendencies, changing situational ethics into revolutionary concepts- A lecture on life, on death. Deserted hallways lead nowhere, everywhere really, as scattered thoughts flicker- your lectures don't get through my addled brain, I'm trapped inside myself. I'm just a child in a doorway sorting through memory lane- trying, failing, searching for my perfect cure. Shot or pill, those methods don't work anymore. So I'm chasing my sorrows because they won't drown, forgetting my beliefs- nothing can save me now. After all, who would even bother trying? Point source leads back towards a mirror image. "Teacher, Teacher, will you save me? 'Cause I'm slipping through systematic cracks- scraping my knees, another failed attempt at winning this game. Please, can you help me? 'Cause suddenly, my worst enemy isn't me."
Can happen to anyone
Childhood shouldn't hurt
Classical Depression, Post traumatic Stress disorder, directional mood disorder.. I guess we can throw in Codependency as well. Perhaps a dash of insomnia, and a pinch of disassociation- Boy, we better work on this one quick, before she looses it. 'Turn me off and Tune me out, Change me anyway you please.' Topsy Turvy, Add Serataline to the mix, and suddenly not feeling turns into being pissed off, all the time. So let's sedate her. Abilify once a day, keeps her from being over the top. Oh. Passing out? Drop the dosage, up the other. 'Baby, What's happening? Why can't you just stop?'' Stop, like flicking off a switch? You're crazy. Not me. Just pass another pill- it'll make me seem sane. ((Darling, we only have your best interest in mind))
