a message for you.
please excuse my dust as this blog site is still under construction.
first love. last love.
(posted on Thursday, September 3 by eii wyy nae.)
but i am forgetting that i am losing weight, so torn in knots, my stomach's in a constant ache, from every bite of fate that leaves my knuckles raw with clots & still i am forgetting that i am losing weight & how at night my teeth escape, now my mouths a cave of empty slots & my stomach's in a constant ache. yet there's still this purple pill to waste inside a body so far forgot. i am forgetting that i am losing weight, these bones now bend & will soon break if i don't lost the ghost inside my gut - my stomach's in a constant ache, so i let my limbs prostrate & throw up next to your toothbrush, yep i am forgetting that i am losing weight but this stomach's caught in a constant ache.
i have lost my point of view: these words on tongue in an ink that's not mine, scribbles i barely remember for the ears of violet youths - no violent & tender, like my head when i became cartoon. now i can't think outside this (insert word) rhyme, i have lost my point of view: where's the honest in pretending, it wasn't me, it wasn't true -it's clear the clock says six when she says it's nine. scribbles i barely remember, for the ears of violet youths - who made the noises that drove me purple, too must too young & a waste of time.
i have lost my point of view: so i fit, twist, with eyes iris-less than yours, draw new faces on coffee tables of a foodless design, scribbles i barely remember, for the ears of violet youths. this sound i am making, it scares me to death, for you i'd pick a favourite colour in a city not mine. i have lost my point of view: scribbles i barely remember, for the ears of violet youths.
Signed with love,
the diary keeper, eii wyy nae.
Labels: bite of fate, cartoon, empty slots, losing weight, purple pill, scribbles, torn in knots, twist.
