understand the reality of the frame
and the need to pull in all that exists
to it
listen to the worlds hum and the serial killers that heard it
stay alive for the colors that have no name
circumvent
breathe in the sulfates
test the threshold
the envelope of pain

blue nine
pulling me down again

blue nine
penetrate the matric of the senses
falling through
the neon and the carbon
realized
the horror and the loss
succumbed
the id and the grandeur
only seconds before you do it again
only minutes until the gas caresses
test the threshold
the envelope of pain

blue nine
pulling me down again

blue nine