CD : Raging Low

out of focus

you can´t feed a whole with no bottom
you cannot refill me

there is no sealed mouth
no covered ear
no sleep-coiled lids to disappear
the skin shrinks softly
pales away
stomach is open Mishima´s way

try to grab me
see if i´m real
your fingers will pass through
you won´t succeed

the mind is blown
to clarity
easiness
obscenity
instead of sweetness
a tasteless mouth
a scent of vacuum
and three colours white