Oratorio in Grey

Oratorio in grey scrolls patiently from the top

A strip of iron peeled out of a thread

Discrete assimilation fouls me like the house of usher

A pet in your goldfish bowl but for you i only float dead

Feel visible matter

Feel invisible matter

There is death in everything

We are connected without reason at all

You have your way with me like a lover

But i spite you because i just want the end of the world

Oratorio in grey scrolls patiently till it stops