Victims

Victims themselves of a close encounter

Desperate abductors constructors

Becoming infected vexed

By an alien virus so alien so viral

Living Spaceapes creatures covered

Smothered in writhing tentacles

Stimulating the audio nerve directly

Unnu wan come flex with me?

Hallucinating senses

Individually insidiously

Or in any combination rhythmically

Shifting gears focussing on intensity

Unnu wan come flex with me?

Minds start slipping into familiar tracks

Bending, warming interfering with the facts

Sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying

We are hostile aliens immune from dying

Don't harass me for not behaving correct

I only want to slide my arm round your neck

Interpretation electrochemical stimulation

The sensations you feel are entirely real

All that we share is a struggle for silence

We no buddar with no arms house business

No shooting no violence

Sensory language twists snake-like a limb

Flexible versatile curious like twins

Transparent in the way that it moves

With sufficient memory

To cut clean through you