You can no longer be insensitive.
the wall was cold running down my back.
i fed off your outer beauty.
the eye language of written memory.
holding onto metal bars.
something i haven't got faith to grip on.
you seem to hold firmly.
i collide against dawn and the almost lost night.
i know, i ate a lot of my bad.
imagination of one cant go past the fantasy of two.
i know , i ate what i once had.
i know. i swallowed your sickness.
but it was worth it.
worth to see you for a while.
until you take your next.
so this is what makes me beautiful.
the constitution of shit emerging from my legs,
to what is pure in my head.
text by: the female zoo
