VIRUS I

I'm in your blink-

Etched in your Iris-

Your aura moves-

me to the highest-

Though I'm not of wings-

I fall from flying.

Turn off,turn off that fucking frequency.
I'm living in your distant memory.
Fighting,fighting to break out and break free-
Living,dying,the virus infecting dream.


I'm under bed-scratching monster.

I'm echoing-disaster coming.

Your aura now smothers-taste of color.

I'm in sub conscience -changing channels...