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by Bone Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1612316
Scissors and needles, Scalpels and forceps, Twist and shape me And make me beautiful.
Scissors and needles,
Scalpels and forceps,
Twist and shape me
And make me beautiful.
Slice and burn the ugly inside,
And fix what has been broken.
Stitch me up in such a way
That the scars will disappear...
No reminders of the dark within,
No trace of any hidden sin,
And break the addictions
That lay beneath
The layers of my skin.
My soul will fade to clear as glass,
My heart will surely harden,
And in my eyes, nothing hides,
No wrongs for one to pardon.
My passions will all smolder down,
Flames turning into embers
Smothering beneath the ashes
Of things no one remembers,
And everything that made me,
Makes me, is me,
May simply evanesce,
But this is an easy price to pay
For what I must suppress...
So make me new
And make it drastic---
And I'll pay the price
Of being plastic.
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