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[title] => Fix Me
[time] => 2006-02-09 11:41:16
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[bodytext] => Dangling on the threads of hope, I’m falling again, Lost again. Staring in your eyes As I swallow my pride, Once again. I curse at you but in my heart I need you. The irony is bitter, There’s nothing sweet to see through. I Ask for you to save me, Once again. Please take this scalpel and fix me. Drain the swelling and show me light, But careful now, my tired heart is losing fight. Thrashing through this life at light speed, I have finally crashed. Lying here mangled in pieces, A collage of wrinkles and creases. The angels in my eyes are burning As I glare into the darkness, Seeking for your voice. Take this hollow hand, and shed me mercy. I knew I was wrong, all along, I knew I was never worthy. Please take this scalpel and fix me, Rearrange these veins, so that I can feel The pain again. Pick up the pieces as they drop, Then clean this up with a dirty mop. Drinking so much but I’m still in thirst, Overflowing lungs are bound to burst. Walking on a razor blade, I’ve finally seem to slip. Stumbling down so fast I crash, Should’ve had a better grip. Take this blade, and make your incision. Confidant as each stroke should be. Release this poison and set me free. Please take this scalpel and fix me. "The Monk" (comments please) [comments] => 5 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 73 [informant] => themonk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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