Why are so quiet

These faceless figures

Why is so real

This false air I breathe

Leak dropping matter

Scrabbs an eerie layer

Tasteless fluid

Seizes over my throat

Clave through

Perception

Once concealed

It finds no tension

Colorless clouds of deafing wrath, descends through

As you lie, imprisoned, in your own, faint, reflection

Silver carved flesh

Bound to icecold chains

It drives my brain blank

Pumps oblivion through my veins