Deprived of one's consciousness, all is distorted
Deluded forever, so long with this contortion
A manipulative grip keeps us mentally confined
Fragments of character mold confusion
Enticing words fall out of decaying mouths
This deceiving visage is a slap in the face
Yearning for a piece of mind, all senses are re-
Vealed, bleeding color and shape
Tourturous windings of thought remain
A surge of uncertainty pierces flesh
Left with this vision of clarity that will not be
Reached
1 | Teledildonics |
2 | Fault Lines |
3 | Below |
4 | The Unlikely Event of a Water Landing |
5 | The Welding |
6 | Elegy |
7 | Burning These Days |
8 | Sores Will Weep |
9 | Sore Sight for Eyes |
10 | Digital Gerrymandering |