Virtual Sarcophagus

I miss your room the ritual of

Wasting all our time

The paranoia continues to

Seep in my mind

It’s getting harder

Harder to breathe

Give me that shallow

Way of coping

Never thought we’d be like this

Choking on my lungs in a

Sarcophagus

The dial tone will always hum even

After we die

There are no more pheromones

In your florescent eyes

It’s getting harder

Harder to breathe

Give me that shallow

Way of coping

The worms have gathered

You’re getting cold

There’s nothing left of

You to hold