When the substance grows a face...
a face that surpasses your own.
You talk, but no one hears you...
people speak, but they aren't getting through....
Losing sight of every sense
bruising without a fall and
building an immunity to fear and conciousness
I still have a longing for love,
but I dont quite think I know how to take care of it...
You say you understand, but you have no idea.....
