Purple

Feels purple and misty, pointlessly vague.

aloof adrift, a simple truth.

That conscious thought is a plague.

brain a constant  unwanted guest,

that's outstayed its welcome.

I see my hands working away, prostituted myself clean away. 

Words  topple from my jaws.

Vague imitations of my thoughts.

Left alone now, forever alone,

alone with pictures of you.

words we used, "miss you" "love you" love you two"

a cancerous vein of thought.

words topple from my jaws,

vague imitations of my thoughts.