Disease - Allison Crowe

Stepping on

The thoughts of all pain

Released from this anger

Is some place I would like to be

And when I feel myself defeated

I bleed

And when I see them twist around

Dancing in their own wake

I rage

And I don’t want to exist on this plane

Crashing down to the level of

Depth of skin

Flesh and bone

All wrapped up in pages

Flashed in our faces

Laughing and spiteful

Run away

Lost again

Misdirected and folded

Drowned in bones

And thrown away

They told me to disappear

And slowly dive

Into the shallow end

Of the gene pool

Try to hold on to what I believe

Disappeared

No longer here as anything but

Wretched and disfigured

So I slash myself again

And I drown my hopes again

Lose myself in this disease

Lost again

Misdirected and folded

Drowned in bones

And thrown away

They told me to disappear

And slowly dive

Into the shallow end

Of the gene pool

Cut yourself to the mold

Nothing left to rid yourself of

But bile and blood

Torn skin screaming

And silenced as we

Replace marble with plastic

Lost again

Misdirected and folded

Drowned in bones

And thrown away

They told me to disappear

And slowly dive

Into the shallow end

Of the gene pool