by Nick Gisburne
As all my spiteful nightmares melt and mix
A treatment is decided and assigned
They say it is the only way to fix
The infinite perversions of the mind
But no one lets me understand the cure
Or tells me why there can be no return
Compelled to purge my trauma, to be pure
The name of it is all I ever learn
Lobotomy. A dense, delicious word
A doorway to imaginary lands
The seas, the skies, are bright and blue and blurred
A world of warmth, of silk, and soothing hands
I live, I breathe, untethered, floating, free
Unable to remember what was me
