absorbing the juices of the aftertaste</br>
you make me think that i am out in space</br>
somewhere behind the outer wear</br>
inside the outlines of your hasty stares</br>
</br>
I cant feel my own limbs, their growing thin</br>
the nerves have dried, behind the outer skin</br>
exsistance lasts for one small moment</br>
that smeared across this whole entrapement</br>
</br>
I can sense that i am not alone</br>
discerning thoughts enslaving me</br>