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Subject: ANAESTHETIC ODDITY

Author:
W

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Date Posted: 23:24:59 04/02/02 Tue

tell me i`m special...
i am a little butterfly
and flies are laying eggs in my body
i don`t care..
i feel so pretty, lying here defenceless

emaciated..
everyone should be anorexic
otherwise they will have to die
i loathe the pigs of this world
i am the saviour of the truly sane

i want to wake up in my own world
even if it means not waking up at all
i think i will never wake up
myasthenia gravis
and God said:"it is good"

papillary necrosis
the sickly will hyperventilate
and die from hypoxia
needles in their veins and scalpels in their eyes
-your smile made me melt inside-

i love you so much
i love the thing you have become
this is what God have created you for
you are so beautiful to me
there can be dignity in disease
beauty in death

no darkness without light
no hate without love
no death without life
no hell without heaven
i am my own worst enemy

the dentist`s table is littered with teeth
the blood in my mouth tastes like sugar
spin, spin, sugar
this is the table of dissecration
i want you to hurt me, please hurt me!

and don`t ever stop

when i die, i want you to drink my blood
so i can be inside you forever
to make you sick
there`s nothing as exhilirating
as lying in your own body fluids

and i feel the sickness taking me over
like a demon
shivering, like the fatally wounded
i want to lie here forever
and bathe in the holiness of decay

there`s no pain left
no feeling, not even anger
and the inside is dead and cold
and nothing...
nothing can save me from myself

the flies are laughing and singing
i think i will join them soon
the filth of disease, the pus of dacay
candy on the tip of my tongue
there is no cure for this thing...

tricyclic antidepressants to kill the emptiness
my sweet addiction
could love really be dead?
you are my beloved catalepsy imitation

i worship the ground you lie on

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Re: ANAESTHETIC ODDITY	browneyedgirl	18:03:07 04/11/02 Thu