In The Test Room, by Herr Docktor Subscribe to rss feed for Herr Docktor

Click Click Click. Click Click.
Fluttering in the wing, the rain pounds on our doorstep
strange tension. I feel calm.
Rip Rip
Swoosh Swoosh

Some body drags across the bespekeled floor
white asylum walls
Sterility speaks to me

The girls in their Neon fidget concentrating on
Boys in jeans stretch
They mouth silent, worried code
Insecure affirmation, 
Sometime before we leave 

Posted: 2009-07-12 04:58:36 UTC

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2012-08-24 01:20:04sweetNsour
k very interesting but good