Mosquito byte
I can’t explain to the distant voices
I am joining with the colored map
And crashing head on with the yellow sand
A driving ocean claps into my hand
Can I lay here underneath the raging darkness,
In a hailstorm or a garden full of broken glass?
But can you read the walls and windows?
Can you touch the scream behind?
Noone can but I
Why the flesh is rotting
While I watch it
Why I slowly let it die
