Fear In Motion by Wumpscut
There is no time
I feel it leaking
Seeking
I'm seething with confusion
I'm sliding through your mind
And you, you try to comprehend
Nothing
The mind cage of an animal
You swear you saw it
And what did you really see?
What was it?
What of it?
I'm looking through the dark
His red fingers flutter by
His air pushes past over the valleys I hold
What was it?
What of it?
He sits in static
genetically still
The sound finds its way in
Grabs him by his ears
Dragging and screaming through olive glass
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