Basket Case

It's the last game, played head on
Don't look at it sideways this time
Camo man walks his dog once more
velvet-chocolate muscle under control
He cried this morning, as he often does
whilst the eyeball plague looks on
in horror and distress.
Smile... smile... smile
everyday, ALL day
Don't ever show your soul to us
It's no longer allowed
Let it ferment and fester forever more
as we watch you carefully for the signs
Those signs that say WE are all in for it
A distress signal... the one we care about
because it makes our own lives awkward
if you display the fact that you are human.
Reacting is a weakness, of course
A reflective surface that we don't care to look at
Poor you, little basket case
Let us stuff the cotton wool inside
Just a bit more, much harder
and tighter than last time
We will suffocate you and bind you
An emotional taxidermy in the dusted corner
of a sheen-clean existence
Seratonin zombies don't have bad days
nor good days... just... OK


~ Leccie aka CharlotteSometimes(SRWB) 2009