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Zombie medicine
Drunken witchcraft
Voodoo madness
Faith healer, nonbeliever
Mercy
Mercy killer
Doctor
Doctor dirty needles

A partial lobotomy
For 19 pieces of silver
In square coins only
Ringing like bells
Inside his cavernous palms
All dues are paid in full
Through bloodshot eyes
A subliminal agenda
Slips between the tangled web of senses
Fear of anesthesia
Envision total control
Pulling strings like stitches
Surgical bondage
Working the fingers down to the bone
Working the bones down to the marrow
Open skull
Open eyes
I see it all
Split open the head
Brainwash the dead
Separation from the soul
Spiritual withdrawal
New age occult
Magic against law
Finger against claw
Drugged into delirium
Reaching into a deep sleep…

Run into a wall of needles
RUSH, RUSH, RUSH
Silence is the sound of evil
HUSH, HUSH, HUSH

Zombie medicine
Drunken witchcraft
Voodoo madness
Faith healer, nonbeliever
Mercy
Mercy killer
Doctor
Doctor dirty needles

I can still hear him out there
Creeping from one crime scene to another
The occasional terrified shriek
The squeaky wheel of a rusted gurney
A neighboring drawer slammed shut
The cough of a broken faucet
Spitting out slimy brown water
Another futile scream
And always that sickening laugh
The doctor is in (my nightmares)
The doctor is in (my mind)
In my mind
My mind…
Stops
Back in my private purgatory
The shadows are playing games with me again
Silence and evil have been good to me
A sheet of frost gathers around my lips
I’m giggling hysterically in my coffin-shaped abyss
Dreams wrapped in dreams wrapped in blue skin
Was I ever really alive?
Was I ever more than this?
Organ donor, blood bank, test tube and work of art
Infant cadaver child
The frozen air covers me like emptiness
Leaving me all alone with my
Sweet, sweet coma dreams…
©2005-2009 ~infernosilver
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Author's Comments

About time I submitted a piece of poetry... Seems like I've been doing nothing but graphics and photo-manipulation recently, so I wanted to get a poem finished and posted. This is one I've been working on for a while, I've probably mentioned the title in a previous journal entry or two. Anyway, this was originally much longer but once I decided to take it in a more, shall we say, abstract direction most of the setting and extra details got cut out. I have a longer (and mostly unfinished) version of this that is much more rooted in reality, so to speak, and I may eventually finish that and post it here under a different name. Or not, I am very lazy, after all... So if this doesn't flow very well or fit together right in your mind, that may be why. It works fine for me though, so it's your own fault... But I always say that...

I don't remember where the title came from, I just remember wanting to tackle the subject of the "evil doctor" or "mad scientist" as so many other poets or songwriters have done and this name came from somewhere and stuck with the writing the whole time. I think it sounds pretty good, even if it doesn't make much sense in the context of the writing itself. I considered going with other titles like "Zombie Medicine" or "Voodoo Madness", among others, but as usual, my first title idea was the one I ended up using. Don't like? Don't read... Very simple.

This is NOT supposed to be a real serious, emotional poem like my usual submissions. I just wanted to have a bit of fun, dabble a bit deeper into the macabre and write something a little different from my usual self-loathing semi-suicide notes. So judge as you will but keep in mind that it's not supposed to be serious.

The picture is an old creation of mine, just a simple combination of stock photos (it's been a long time so I forget where they came from) and a few effects. I like to call it "Eye-V" (how very clever of me.... huh?... yea, right...)

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this. Comments and opinions are appreciated but not by any means required. I'm usually too lazy to comment too, so if you don't feel like it, I understand... just try not to hate the fucking thing and we'll get along just fine, alright? Cool... Take it easy

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:iconawi:
You know, it might be all the zombie refrences... but this reminds me of a Rob Zombie song

wicked nice, good job :D

surgical bondage, private purgatory, coffin-shaped abyss... love these images!

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Thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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:iconbryianzum:
I don't know if you're at all interested in the Silent Hill game series, or the films of David Cronenberg (especially his earlier stuff), but this piece seems like a perfect hybrid of the two. I agree that it sounds a bit like a song, though I could safely say that lyrically it would be like no other song written before, and that's a wonderful thing. As usual, your use of apocalyptical imagery is put to great use here, and throughout the piece it's great that it's been condensed into a less global setting, concentrating on more specifics in the world of medicine. My favorite parts are the two sections just after what appears to be the 'chorus'. Another fantastic piece from you. I swear, your work to me is much like the longer compositions of Pink Floyd in how much I enjoy their sprawling, unrestrained splendor. :+fav:, and I think with that you may top my list of most favorited poets.

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Thank you very much, my friend, I'm glad you enjoyed this one so much. Lyrical quality and apocalyptic imagery are a big part of what I wanted to get this time. Thanks again and take care.

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:iconunorthodoxfaith:
that was awesome... Liek always your words blow me away... how crazy... I absolutely love it.

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Thanks a lot, I appreciate it, as always. Take care.

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:iconalwayzdazd:
and how sweet they are. yet again, the imagery is amazing.

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Am I a ghost upon the stage?

Am I your anything?


:iconharunowolflove:
You never seize to amaze me with your works. I was completely blown away with this piece. Amazing job. You can just feel the emotion in this and somewhat feel the rhythm in it. I love it. +fave

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thank you, that's most appreciated. in all honesty, it's been so long since i had a look at this one, i had to go back & read it again. real glad you liked it so much, extra thanks for your :+fav:

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