Treatment
By Gman
Icy cold steelPresses threw my skinI begin to kneelAnd let it beginWith every dropThat is drawnIt becomes a cropWithout a dawnMy eyes close tightTo escape from this placeWith all my mightMy pulse begins to raceIs it torture or exctasyOr is one in the sameWill it ever set me freeWill it ever know my nameSlice after slicePiece after pieceMake once into twiceBefore the other one bleedsCarry on into nightTo refuse my mourningHelp take away my sightRemove me without warningTake me to a placeWhere the white doveHas no apparent raceAnd unbiased loveThis is my dreamAlso to become my tormentIn the darkest of gleamI embellish my treatment Written November 1st, 2001 © on Nov 01 2001 09:13 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Icy cold steelPresses threw my skinI begin to kneelAnd let it beginWith every dropThat is drawnIt becomes a cropWithout a dawnMy eyes close tightTo escape from this placeWith all my mightMy pulse begins to raceIs it torture or exctasyOr is one in the sameWill it ever set me freeWill it ever know my nameSlice after slicePiece after pieceMake once into twiceBefore the other one bleedsCarry on into nightTo refuse my mourningHelp take away my sightRemove me without warningTake me to a placeWhere the white doveHas no apparent raceAnd unbiased loveThis is my dreamAlso to become my tormentIn the darkest of gleamI embellish my treatment..."