Falling Out Of Touch

Written by: Conor Jordan

Frequently I find Myself Dwelling,

Amidst a Nightmare of Coral Cave 

Light. Twisting and Writhing Towards

Lingering Freedom and Hopelessly

Initiating Pattern after Pattern of

Neglected Partnerships. All of Them

Gone, Sinking Down, Below the depths.


Open Those Metaphorical Eyes

Under Your Cold, Starving Pump And

Take The World To The Abyss With you.


Of Course, The Mass of Accumulating

Fear Quarrels with My Bitterness.


Tether Yourself To The First Suitable

Option of Flesh. They'll Understand, She'll... 

Understand. Negotiating with Your Own 

Corrupt Soul. This Emptiness Has Become My 

Home, and I'll Live in it Endlessly.