Forgotten Kewpie - A Ode to Stranded Gifts and Rejected Affection
Broken Porcelain Time starved by the gallowed hauntings Waiting to return to the waltz Of forced obsolescence, Ghosts spinning into amnesia Fading into the murdered framework Islands burning into the sea Collecting all the stolen days Consumed by the never-ending girl Who I sank all my troubles into, Into the shaken lost girl Falling through scented and diseased gloom. She smiled a draining grin That shined through the Atlantic corridor And ruptured all my plans Of ending time Of curing myself From this mysterious disease of life. Once we kneaded together Our shattered shadows Joined me in the ceremony of severance, Emulsified our fleshy nothingness, Our altered balances, Our senses of rhythmic decline, And out came Entangled in frozen static, Severed sheets of spongy fat, And rusted, singing coils Was the little dislocated child of ruin Our uncanny entity With their feet dangling into the uncanny Unearthed, bathed in chalk, and baptized in Molds of dead teeth And eldritch