I have witnessed your stolid ekistics
I have grown a marsh of stagnancy around my lie-a-bed ligation
I just kept dreaming I was waking up
I've drawn all the veins of circuitry and will be eaten in my map
I am trying not to try, hello, just my static attic keeping emigration hostages
I believe I should be bound in furies, I feel I could swallow myself in enervation
I believe I should make sound in furies
I just kept dreaming I was waking up
The coupling traumatics live in parallel decades
That's unsavory but mine, the coincidental
Silent scene queen, I am the caressing comatic
I'd rather drown myself in this sea of star-coated bedsheets than pump this blood
Are these veins full enough? I just kept dreaming I was waking up
I'll numb you up good
I'll womb you up good
I'll crumble you good
Which one of me is blind-eyed, which the sphinx?
That is the cupola that locks me in