Tuesday, January 29, 2008


i'd rather be lying there
i'd rather be strapped
with chains and things
lain across my lap
i'd rather be half alive
on the conveyor belt
pendalum lowering
the most numb, ive ever felt
i'd rather be sitting
strapped to that chair
with a blindfold on
and a cap on my hair
i'd rather be in a machine
each limb in a different direction
tearing...and ripping
glance at my reflection
my face is bloody
no more tears in my eye
i am too broken
to even cry
i'd rather lie here
on my death bed
barely alive, than
believe what you said
i'd rather my head be
smashed into the ground
than let you for one more second,
put me down.

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