filled with chemicals
and
they like to call it
clinical
trials.
Peeled away
they make me
kneel to pray
to
some lesser god
as if I failed some test
and where's the greater good?
I become (eventually)
acclimatised to this
brutality,
de-sensitised and
all morality
flees.
Who is culpable?
This photograph,
a memory
makes me laugh or cry,
but a memory indeed
indexed will feed
my thoughts.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
filled with chemicals
and
they like to call it
clinical
trials.
Peeled away
they make me
kneel to pray
to
some lesser god
as if I failed some test
and where's the greater good?
I become (eventually)
acclimatised to this
brutality,
de-sensitised and
all morality
flees.
Who is culpable?
This photograph,
a memory
makes me laugh or cry,
but a memory indeed
indexed will feed
my thoughts.
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