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[aid] => Mick
[title] => pills
[time] => 2003-08-06 13:25:00
[hometext] => take a guess...
[bodytext] => slow motion speech distorted faces i see the blobs again the white noise returns and the room spins spit out of a hole that i don't remember falling into the purple one brings the goblins who try to steal my soul the blue ones make my legs disappear and i float, but upside-down the bugs are everywhere they scare me, but i eat them a display of aggression that they are familiar with they all know me here i can hear people talking backwards but i can't see them it's probably "them", the watchers the ones who wait, the ones who watch the ones who want me dead they can't scare me when i'm like this not with this lightning shooting off my fingers i am the magic man my face is plastic and easily discarded you'll never spot me in a crowd an old man lives under my bed that's why i never walk around my room he wants to grab my legs and pull me into his world and i think i know who that man is i think i know what he wants to do when he catches me i've had a couple seizures but i don't mind them much pitch black dreams of death throes and the skeletal faces of forsaken angels i can still hear the screams when i wake the silver pixies attack me with glitter and i slip into coma every fear is paraded out and my lightning can't save me here closet kept monsters, freaks of all shapes and as always, my own face, my real face stripped of mask but, when i wake, i take a few more and i'm back with the bugs on the rug even though we're natural enemies they crawl on me when i'm scared and it's somehow soothing (sometimes i just float away the blue is everywhere i'm like a cloud and i can actually smile here i become everything i become nothing i eat myself to feed the other the other feeds himself to eat me and everything is still blue blue) i am the magic man my face is plastic and easily discarded you'll never spot me in a crowd i am a shade of grey and my birthmark is hieroglyphic it represents the snake that eats itself [comments] => 2 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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