But,...
By acidcrys
Skin's disintegrating and chipping away... but, I was born only yesterday. Mouth's salivating hungrily... but, I'm not Pavlov's dog. Crumbling into scattering ashes... but, I was drowned today. Seeping inside of my skin.. Crawling along my withering bones.. Clinging to every winding vein.. Dripping into my lungs.. Death silenced my soul ages ago... but, I was born only yesterday. I answer to your every call... but, I'm not Pavlov's dog. Choking on a quenchless thirst... but, I was drowned today. Tongue wagging languidly... Drenched in the valor of nonsense... Biting my teeth and Grinding my poisonous lips together.. Try to recoat myself... but, the shading is all wrong. Try to recognize myself... but, I've become a slave to the need. Try to replenish myself... but, I'm drowning in the desert.Its.. a bit odd, but then again so am I? They're contradicting metaphors. old but born yesterday.. obeying on instinct because of a familiarization (blah?) but not Pavlov's dog, dry and drowned.. then the inbetween paragraphs are just a bit more confusion for flavor. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 02:15 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Skin's disintegrating and chipping away......"