What was that, film noir?

Feeling like an appendix;
he's a bitter taste.
swallowed questions like a drug...
unreal whispers.
radiation poison pumping and pumping and pumping...

such a tiny muscle, such a pointless muscle.

the blades of grass were always too sharp,
heavy eyelids and such a frantic lullaby.
i swear these walls have never felt so padded.
not a scar. still a scar! not a scar?