Lie down right there on the green leather sofa.
So, I hear you think you've forgotten how to cry
Or that your tears are all dried up.
I'm going to show you some images that will cure you
And release those tears that cry, "Hold, hold!"
See, the woman weeps for her only child
Whose dim-lit eyes stare past her to glory.
Or the birth a a healthy boy
Who wasnt expected to breathe longer than a few minutes.
Or this one, your friend,
Whose mother unleashes her anger that leaves physical scars.
Or here, the friend who unleashes
Her own anger, guilt, shame upon her self in the form
Of physical scars.
And this (Don't turn your head, look back this way),
of the love promised for you that he lavishes her with.
And yet, your eyes remain parched?
-[aside]This disease... is far beyond my practice.
Have the strings of her heart untied, or the stream of her tears
forgotten how to flow?-
Miss, you're bleeding There, just above your left eye.
Looks like a scratch or a paper cut...
Let me fetch you a bandage--
It's widenening-- Oh! Hold this over your head...
That's a nice looking gash you got there.
-[to nurse]She's losing blood fast-
A wound from years ago? You don't say.
How did it reopen, Dear? Come now, think hard.
Hold still, this might sting a bit.
-Cauterize the edges-
What a brave young woman you are!
You haven't shed a tear.
What's that? Don't be silly.
You can't forget how to cry.
-The skin around her eyes is too dry.
The wound will never heal itself-
Just one more thing...
-Cover it with sillicon skin-
See there, no one will ever know
that the wound was there.