Medikal

Take that cure of yours
Throw it down that greedy throat
Aspirate on the liquid used to push it down
Vertical fetus
Gasping gagging struggling trudging

Staring there is no sympathy felt
Don't look here for help
No hands will reach out to pick up the pieces
Diseased you be diseased you'll die

Clawing at the flesh seeking the cause
More harm more damage
Pain beyond any felt before
Tearing oneself apart from the inside

Pleading for it to be taken out
Self surgery gone awry
This is all wrong this is what we all know
So right so wrong to stare and smile

Behind the doors everything unfolds
Like lifting a blindfold off our eyes
Scene of pleasureable horror
This misery of yours is our bliss
Lights out all alone to your devises