Sensory Manipulation
Blink in the dark
you're all zipped up
no orientation
you have lost yourself
Do you feel it coming
maybe here and maybe there
day, second, hour, minute by minute
the moisture grows
Do you feel
the need
need this
is it worth the
do you feel
it's coming
ever so close
What you cannot see
cannot hurt you
wait to be wrong
want to be wrong
The bodys dripping
your angels singing
its coming now
we have had tomorrow.
