Pale Blue Perishes -

I don’t sleep while I think about how I slept

(The subconscious announces the metamorphosis)

Your wild claws stain our skin

And I return restlessly

I face a static body…

Only fingers move

Without knowing why

I watch the world and the things

In an almost perfect disguise

I’m a spy and a book of memories read in blood

Though I never had it with me

The increasing understanding is discontinuous

Unveiling an intriguing appeal

I almost burst my lungs

In the abrupt inhale into the real

What remains isn’t enough

And I can’t reach conclusions

I find the senses' vices

Fucking indisposing me

Terribly