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Array ( [sid] => 24023 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Self-Surgry [time] => 2003-09-28 23:05:00 [hometext] => The price of life is too high, Self-Surgry is the way to go. [bodytext] => A world gripped in fear, drowing in their own tears,
Blow by blow, nightmares expload,
Your darkest desire burns like wild fire,
The afterbrith of life, reincarnated into night,

Swallow a bottle of pills even when I'm not ill,
Watch my lungs engulf another breathe while I cut open my own chest,
Do open heart surgry, playing tick tack toe with my arteries,
Watch the blood shoot, making a mess of my living room,

I got a tumer in my brain, cut open my skull, take a picture and put it in a frame,
Who needs anesthetic, cut off my legs give me prosthetic,
Remove my own eye and give me a glass ball, now I can play mables down the hall,
Replace my spine, give me a rubber one that will be fine,

They say an apple a day keeps the docter away,
Will I guess I won't eat, I want him to come, look see what I've done,
Look I'm a science project, what's that's nitrogen, let me inject,
Whoa that's pretty cold, if you tap my bones they will expload,

Self-surgry is the way to go, maybe I'll become a docter that's my goal,
Sitting in a wheel chair, I'm about to roll down ten flights of stairs,
This ought to be fun, give me that catheter so I could stab someone,
Prices are cheap, here inhale this and go to sleep.

Heart & Soul
Kane [comments] => 3 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Kane [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Self-Surgry

Contributed by Kane on Sunday, 28th September 2003 @ 11:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



A world gripped in fear, drowing in their own tears,
Blow by blow, nightmares expload,
Your darkest desire burns like wild fire,
The afterbrith of life, reincarnated into night,

Swallow a bottle of pills even when I'm not ill,
Watch my lungs engulf another breathe while I cut open my own chest,
Do open heart surgry, playing tick tack toe with my arteries,
Watch the blood shoot, making a mess of my living room,

I got a tumer in my brain, cut open my skull, take a picture and put it in a frame,
Who needs anesthetic, cut off my legs give me prosthetic,
Remove my own eye and give me a glass ball, now I can play mables down the hall,
Replace my spine, give me a rubber one that will be fine,

They say an apple a day keeps the docter away,
Will I guess I won't eat, I want him to come, look see what I've done,
Look I'm a science project, what's that's nitrogen, let me inject,
Whoa that's pretty cold, if you tap my bones they will expload,

Self-surgry is the way to go, maybe I'll become a docter that's my goal,
Sitting in a wheel chair, I'm about to roll down ten flights of stairs,
This ought to be fun, give me that catheter so I could stab someone,
Prices are cheap, here inhale this and go to sleep.

Heart & Soul
Kane




Copyright © Kane ... [ 2003-09-28 23:05:00]
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Re: Self-Surgry (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Sunday, 28th September 2003 @ 11:16:15 PM AEST
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LMAO!! Kane, you've even crazier than I imagined...
Hugs
Jenni


Re: Self-Surgry (User Rating: 1 )
by tinka_belle on Monday, 29th September 2003 @ 01:31:27 AM AEST
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speechless...
i dont know whether to laugh or to cry


Re: Self-Surgry (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Tuesday, 30th September 2003 @ 12:25:08 PM AEST
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hmm disturbing and very graphically written must say I liked it however. Good write.

Bobo (Joel)




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