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Dark Poetry #4

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Mad_Hatter
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since 2003-06-29

Posts 393
Canada

0 posted 2005-05-02 03:15 AM

I can’t be a superhero
I can never save the day
If you’re looking for a martyr
You should check the other way
I’m just a sickly face in a slide show
Only 15 seconds until I’m on the run
Don’t worry if you benefit
From shedding all the blame
Don’t worry if I stagnate
As you shimmer up your name
I don’t have reminders of myself in photographs
or anyone who would dare remember me
[And if I’ve somehow failed you
Cut open my head and chew awhile] - post-mortem
I’ve had 12 injections, just today
Because I’m a clone of someone
that you swear you’ve met before
I watch my blood curdle in a metal jar
Wandering through my dormancy
for an exit in the floor

I’m just the same as the ones you’ve met before
In my pocket I keep my carcinoma in a little plastic bag
(you're grateful that your microphone
can’t pick up the screams
from the cell beneath your desk)
Just the same as everyone
There’s not a single one of us
that hasn’t walked a razorblade
I’m just the same spore
(just the same as…
I’m just the same…
just the same as before)

[This message has been edited by Mad_Hatter (05-02-2005 12:15 PM).]

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