Analyze if you will
The gravitational pull
Between the present bones
And this fading image

Explain to me
The point of no return
When I crush
Against echoes

I've got a wet mind
And a dry ****
Waiting for you to

Conspurcate
With cunning
Pungent
Logic

A sorrow I haven't lived
A brain I couldn't touch

It's okay to hurt me
I can't feel a thing