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[sid] => 5589
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Pretty mass destruction
[time] => 2002-10-25 11:15:00
[hometext] => Loosely based on my experiences of a psychiatrict unit.
[bodytext] => She rode here oblivious,
Sailing ignorantly, Somewhere between the bliss and despair of her distortion inducing world. They could never understand, For she had locked up the secret Long ago, In a heavy safe And threw it over the edge of oblivion With a length of chain joining it to the shackle round her leg. Kneeling naked – but for a crude gown of sin – before it, The illness that constructed her, The illness that is toying with her, Picking her apart piece by piece, As if she’s no more than a worn out Barbie doll. She barters with it. Pleads. Slashed arms outstretched, Raised up in a pathetic show of defeat. Pain is the only friend she remembers. Pain fills her day with agonising distractions, And after whispering disturbed lullabies in her ear, Pain fills the insomniac moments of her sleep with childrens’ fairytale nightmares. The doctors put her on medication, To help her rattle through the hours of therapy guess-work, But there’s nothing to talk about. Wakey, wakey sleepy head, She just wants to stay in bead. Wakey, wakey sleepy head, Don’t forget, you’re nearly dead. She’s buried under the chemical relief, A holographic safety net Save the pill from getting swallowed, Hidden beneath the tongue, Spit it out in solitary company, And stash away for safe-keeping. The downwards spiral accelerates, Pausing only to scream and choke. Down. Unfair justice, Tidy mess, Lying, trust in Calm distress. Her mind frames the beauty in a train crash. Her ears hear the sweet song in desperate crying, Her thirst is quenched by painful tears of the upset Cut of from the reality that she came to hate. She grew up and didn’t like it anymore. Making sure no one crosses her boundries. Frantic hiding, Warm despair, Not deciding, Violent stare. She sent the nurses running, she did. She thought that maybe all her meds in one go could cure her, For ever. They could, But not in the conventional way. She understood her logic even if they didn’t. Now she’s motionless, listening in on all the mechanical conversations And the regular dripping. Drip, drip, drip. She didn’t want her stomach pumped. Drip, drip, drip. She’d hoped to kill that nurse she’d thumped. Drip, drip, drip. Unwelcome saline in her arm. Drip, drip, drip. Couldn’t they see she like this harm? Drip, drip, drip. Dumb student nurse stood by her side. Drip, drip, drip. She could easily fool her if she tried. Drip, drip, drip.. What the hell got in the way? Drip, drip, drip. God damn the nurse who made her stay. Drip, drip, drip. Wire cutters slash her chain of thought, Drip, drip, drip. She’s sucked back through each war she’s fought. Drip, drip, drip. Reverting inwards to backwards mind Drip, drip, drip. Try to leave the world behind. Drip, drip, drip. No use in her frustration Drip, drip, drip. No need for dark salvation. Drip, drip, drip. Drip, drip, drip. Slowly drift away To dream each day Of pretty mass destruction. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Ami_and_me [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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