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Hey "doctor"...Doctor oh doctor
Just shoot me full of what I need
This poison death to all I feel
Helping to supress these feelings
I can no longer conceal
This drug was supposed to save me
But it has taken me deeper then ever
One lapse and the pain is back
Somehow even worse then before
I know I should fight it
Dependence is one more weakness
One more crack in the skin
Just another fatal flaw
Yet I don't feel the need
There's no reason to fight it
It's simply too much effort
I'm just fine as it is
For you see I have no reason to try
To do this on my own anymore
I have these little pills to pop
to make it fade away
Shades of GreyI walk through this forest of dissonant memories,
The warm sun struggling to stretch through haggard branches.
I tremble as thorns reach up to tear at me and carve their burning paths,
Crimson tear-drops drifting down my skin leave wicked reminders.
Light fights it's way to the ground in tiny shimmering streams,
Leaving shadows to encompass me and instill that everpresent fear.
Wind blows leaves across this cold and lifeless ground,
And the world's reduced to nothing but pale shades of grey.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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