HOME | DD

Description
Would you know it if I looked at you?
Something was evidently wrong.
Doctors and nurses all knew it.

Hospitals are all I know.
The monitors beeping.
People die here. I know that.
And perhaps I will too, someday.

Maybe this is ..easy?
It's just, eating..
Just, put it in my mouth, and swallow..
It's easy.. Just.. just do it..

I can't..

It's not--the eating that's the hard part..
It's something else.

We're all rabid animals.
Searching for the blood and the lustful moments.
We are pure. Elegant.
Simple creatures with simple needs.

Can there be an escape?
If I eat, would that satisfy my hunger?

I cut..
Relishing in the fact that this body is damaged already enough.
we all have a past.
Things we wish would be erased.. Forgotten..

I have nothing to regret about this world.
I'm no saint.
Just a jester, with a gun pointed at my temple.
Wishes bound to amuse the crowd, while I sleep.
Only to wake up moments later, in my own misery.

Food is emptiness.
And we are lost. captivated by memories of times gone by.
Would I go back, and change things?
Perhaps.
Something needs to be done with my body..

If I were to die, would that make it any better?
This constant itch inside my heart that bleeds..
Roses and flowers are insults.
They crave my imagination to bleed again..
This is something more.

Maybe then, we'll find the answers we crave?
All there is, is emptiness.
And a plate..
I wanted to breathe.
But I was drowning.
Can you understand that?
Is that possible?
Would you take my bones and break them, for me?
Please..

I wasn't able.
I could not bring myself to go into that door, in my heart.
And now, it will forever remain closed..
Were I to open it, all would be empty.
Sorrow, and blades would spread their wings.
And attack.

I was the target.
And I was the flame..
Long since, ignited..

only smoke remains...

~End~

Description
Would you know it if I looked at you?
Something was evidently wrong.
Doctors and nurses all knew it.

Hospitals are all I know.
The monitors beeping.
People die here. I know that.
And perhaps I will too, someday.

Maybe this is ..easy?
It's just, eating..
Just, put it in my mouth, and swallow..
It's easy.. Just.. just do it..

I can't..

It's not--the eating that's the hard part..
It's something else.

We're all rabid animals.
Searching for the blood and the lustful moments.
We are pure. Elegant.
Simple creatures with simple needs.

Can there be an escape?
If I eat, would that satisfy my hunger?

I cut..
Relishing in the fact that this body is damaged already enough.
we all have a past.
Things we wish would be erased.. Forgotten..

I have nothing to regret about this world.
I'm no saint.
Just a jester, with a gun pointed at my temple.
Wishes bound to amuse the crowd, while I sleep.
Only to wake up moments later, in my own misery.

Food is emptiness.
And we are lost. captivated by memories of times gone by.
Would I go back, and change things?
Perhaps.
Something needs to be done with my body..

If I were to die, would that make it any better?
This constant itch inside my heart that bleeds..
Roses and flowers are insults.
They crave my imagination to bleed again..
This is something more.

Maybe then, we'll find the answers we crave?
All there is, is emptiness.
And a plate..
I wanted to breathe.
But I was drowning.
Can you understand that?
Is that possible?
Would you take my bones and break them, for me?
Please..

I wasn't able.
I could not bring myself to go into that door, in my heart.
And now, it will forever remain closed..
Were I to open it, all would be empty.
Sorrow, and blades would spread their wings.
And attack.

I was the target.
And I was the flame..
Long since, ignited..

only smoke remains...

~End~