Sleeper Agent - Pyrrhon

Reality’s wilting around me

Words turn to liquid

And run from of the pages of books

My dreams are all stock footage

Skipping and twitching, stuck on repeat

And the official channels are all going silent

No more vapid assurances

No alarms, no surprises

Just colorless light and featureless sound

Blemishing everything

Reality is wilting around me

And my wetware is drying up

So I squeeze myself into wires

And course through the copper to

The cone of the speaker

And ride a shudder through the air

Until I slide into your head

Where I cut through the wax

And caress the little bones

Oh, I’m coming close now

Oh, I’m coming close now

I gently part the tiny hairs

And plant a serrated shard

Between the dusky folds within

A stowaway from a wilted world