You malicious magpie You beautiful freak Chalk up your cheek Keep your poisons beneath Fire oozing Winds confusing Sands turning feelings to shadows Of boredom Of hunger Of shame Accept it
Your breath was like fire And my lips were too dry Both eyes dug into me But one of them lied Constantly Like seas Searching for shore Responsibly The whole thing Smother it
Louder It's nighttime And you're far away Part of me's sad But not today And not tomorrow Acknowledge it
"You are what you eat" until one day you don't and that's what you become n o t h i n g (beautiful?) your cognitions like broken clock cogs s l o w s l o w s l o w (perfect?)
tabula rasa is the body unbefouled by nourishment (enemy?) And the walls are washed white Nature sickly perverts vitality The cornucopia becomes a conspiracy To sully your porcelain e m p t i n e s s (happiness?)
hypoglycemia makes you shake but not as hard as eating a whole meal
Can one person be so myriad? This identity could not possibly fit inside a body.
1, 2, 3, 4 1, 2, 3, 4 Everything is in beat Animate or inanimate It goes to a rhythm Left, right, left Left, right, left We march to the beat Sometimes that of a different drum But it remains the same 1, 2, 3, 4 1, 2, 3, 4