short hand operation
my body lays exposed on the operating table
one blind eye pulled from the stems
the other frantically recalls memories like news broadcasts from an am radio station
realizing just what i've become
i turn to cherish the moment of forgiveness
my second skin being removed so slowly
the moments like hours
the minutes like days
grinding through see-saw stardust
pixel vision naturally shapeless
i endure this captivity
my regret so colorless and futile
my hands lay severed beside me
dull, pale, scratching at the floor
these thoughts once pondered my own self destruction
i remember devouring all that was left of your wounded heart
i was never the person you thought i was
i was never the person i thought i was
i'm without, i'm nothing now
the truth has been seen through incision
mind intercourse, thought correction
it always comes back to sin and catastrophe
desire welling up inside
passions arise
rekindled memories
affections so bliss
forgotten pristine candy
red shake and shiver
objection dead
skin crawling
chaotic conversion
switchstance
whitewash my face to gleam again