Friday, 15 January 2010 [01.47]
As I lid the eye of the broken heart, here to smoke, there to inhale.....
two damage of hearts are not easy to be healed...
chambers of death may cause you to see.. that those bright lights are not heaven to free...but the operation lamp might cause you only to see.. stare up high nothing but a gas to breathe and count down form nine to three...
consider what might happen to as the anesthetic drug flows to your brain numb, wake the nerves not to feel but to see and hear clicking to the scissors and razor to clean what's in need!....cuts and bleed what's not need to be seen...remove the unwell and might to farewell and fell...
Undo your skin to see what's inside flee...it's green and fresh in life but to kill is tanned brown to drown..
flew you to the wave that plays you in a pale...
cuddle you with the smell, that stuck your throat and suffers fail, to cough and dough what's the bury needs to bail...not to mention the needle stab in a carefully way but pricks your vein in pain to seek what's the blood has shed to describe your "fair"....did you stop; does it flow to flew you to fly away?..
get out for awhile to look up the waiting room and be despair, for many or none of them sit to pray and brave for your self wake..h e a r t b e a t...till it stopped and scar to fear...
what am i doing here to stay? while the clicking and razoring operating rates dressed in white and head dressed in gray...
To get in through the fingers and the metal stray, while the tubes closed your mouth, not to breathe; not to speak; helplessly clinging to the small chit chat : "how does the artery works through the venom he take?"... breath no more :)
