Chemical

by FlowerThatDied   Feb 26, 2010


Stretch me out dear healer,
I am your canvas.
Stretch me out devil dealer,
I am your secret.

Pallid features,
They are left in your scalpel,
I am your art and craft,
Spellbound in a witchs spell,
I am all you hold so high.

Stretch me out sweet bleeder,
I am your saviour.
Stretch me out fallen feeder,
I am your feast.

Dull painkillers,
These are your best friends,
I am your hands to hold,
When the wishes begin to bend,
I am yours entirely.

Stretch me out forgotten seeker,
I am your lost box.
Stretch me out silent beeker,
I am your chemical.

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