It uses the seatbelt as a vesicle
Slithers across your shoulders,
prickles your chest
With every beat
It pounds into your heart,
wiggles into your veins
You're infected
But it feels so good
Your blood forgets oxygen
and caters to the pulse
flowing throughout your systems
At once, Gravity remembers it's job
angrily it sinks to your feet
pools and tenses
Wearily it exits through the sole
spiders into the floor
the music has left you
You are forever infected
And it feels so good
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 11:35 AM UTC
It uses the seatbelt as a vesicle
Slithers across your shoulders,
prickles your chest
With every beat
It pounds into your heart,
wiggles into your veins
You're infected
But it feels so good
Your blood forgets oxygen
and caters to the pulse
flowing throughout your systems
At once, Gravity remembers it's job
angrily it sinks to your feet
pools and tenses
Wearily it exits through the sole
spiders into the floor
the music has left you
You are forever infected
And it feels so good