31 Mar 2011

Welcome to the X-ray department.

These soft surroundings cause words to fall from my head
I forget where I was going and slow down to a halt
Sickly sweet music rises like an ocean swell
Like the nausea that comes with great pain
And it makes you gulp for air
Your lungs burn your legs kick
And you just about manage to tread water

They all laugh
Over and over
At nothing
In unison like a hydra on ecstasy
If only
If only

The vapid air becomes like smoke
Like fibrous crystals of cancer and suffocation
Filling your lungs and forcing you to squint
Look at them all in a new light
Artificial and tinted rose
I cannot remember what I was saying
Or where I was going except that it was the
Fuck away from here.