Pale Blue Perishes

I don’t sleep while I think about how I slept
(The subconscious announces the metamorphosis)
Your wild claws stain our skin
And I return restlessly
I face a static body…
Only fingers move
Without knowing why
I watch the world and the things
In an almost perfect disguise
I’m a spy and a book of memories read in blood
Though I never had it with me
The increasing understanding is discontinuous
Unveiling an intriguing appeal
I almost burst my lungs
In the abrupt inhale into the real
What remains isn’t enough
And I can’t reach conclusions
I find the senses' vices
Fucking indisposing me
Terribly