The Mirror

Depersonalize persons

your tongue scours the back of anothers throat

as if searching for some depths in the throws of it all

i have to have you now, fever climbs and the number rises

she'd make your knees buckle, and your eyes roll back into your head

until you beg just to hurt a little bit more, take you higher

not so down to the earth, farther in the sky and the loftier, the blurrier the view everyday

losing sight, close your eyes (hot-air balloons)

maybe you'll get your feet back on the ground, and planted soon

but its become so routine, so much ecstasy spread thin and about that maybe

you lost your touch for feeling where the real meaning(in thick) lies

underneath the skin, their generic souls and tasteless buds salivate your own

cant find the rightly sized needle for injection

of some passion into this little mix

it just doesnt feel the way I pictured it

"by this programming, i've found my void"

realizing your touch you'll always be without(never finding), b/c

it takes two points attuning, to feel the stars to reach

(and how can you discover that point when

its out of your hands)

and you know you're lying just a little when you pretend

they;re of whom your fantasy embodied, for .. 3.. 4 seconds ---

the illusion is broken, when between breaths their voice to murmur sweet

nothings. absolutely nothings. to you

like tracing your fingertips, along your profile in a mirror

seeing whats in you, you feel nothing but a cold object in the touch