the parasite in my head is an old sailor, but has lost the means to control me claw at the black iris portholes in the cabin of the vacant

I pour my fill of shortcomings with latent dreams And drink acid raw and straight until it burns the cacophony in my cheeks Rotten teeth,

untitled to touch you now touching you now and my hearts mixed up in it like paints this hue of you this color of me meant to meet meant to