the dark eyed girl holding the needle is confused. why would anyone want her eyelids tattooed? i get it, i do--but it's barely a bruise, barely a sign that they've ever been used-- and yeah, it's new--it's even strange it's even enough to think me deranged but i'm almost done, almost out of pain almost completed the list of flaws under my name. my name my name my name my flaws make a laundry list worthy of fame and they all knock about behind walls behind name and i can't get them out without playing the game so i tattoo my flaws on my skin on my pain desperate for saving of name and of fame stretched, wretched, falling, lame too many rhymes and i'll ruin the game too many words and they're all the same, too many people are calling my name, and i and i and i and i drooping in places, veils on my eyes is this a disguise? am i beyond lies? with truths on my neck and my nape and my thighs? look at the skies.
silence is riddled with death and with flies look at her eyes.
when roses sip poisonous drinks do they poison our minds?
do poisonous drinks tattoo their mistakes on their eyes?