The very last I knew of you-
bore more upon more of you,
'till the swarm of you produced a sickening hum.
And the hum wove itself into the fabric of my days...
And the hum wove itself into the fabric of my days.
My every living molecule became a perfect copy of itself.
The feedback loop that it created bore down upon me.
I turned, I thought I heard something life-like
was it only for want of one kind word?
was it only for want of one kind word?
and then there was none of you...
All our teeth are falling out
i got nothing to tell you on the telephone.
White gasses hiss from me;
black smoke coughs from your propped jaws.