Date: Monday, June 10, 1996 3:25pm Forum: Poetry From: PlAsTiC GiRl Msg#: 638548 To: ** ALL ** Re: Purple and Red, Swirl around me, As i fly through the stars, And intoa door, Where you are waiting, With your eletric needles, To calm me down. The fire catches me, Offguarded, As it quickly burns, Through the wooden chair, Where I am sitting, And waiting, For the pain, That i cannot feel. The scars have escpaed my mind, But still mark, My arms, Where you pinch me, With your poison. The cats start to purr, And the fish start to sink, In the thick air, In which you have intrapped them. Tie me down with chains, And tape my mouth shut, I dont want to disturb you, From your consumation, So i tip my glass, And what for the drips to dry. -AC