My nerves shake half exposing. Ohhhh I shake tonight. Masked, covered and indifferent to the whole. I'm old. Rotting ships, I know no difference between interference. I shake in an uncomfortable form. I'm useless to apologies. I'm a slow dive. 999. Manic felt. 999. I'm a slow dive. 999. Pissing wind. 999. Eating wind through teeth Which do not exist. I eat my food with only gums. I taste my food but have no tongue. I'm a sad display of pace. You've never seen such a thrill. It's engrossed just like a worm. I'm tongue tied. I tremor while I'm still. I'm a slow dive. 999. Manic felt. 999. I'm a slow dive. 999. Pissing wind. 999. Eating wind through teeth Which still do not exist. I eat my food with only gums. I taste my food but have no tongue. I drip in surfaces And don't come back. I suck old rituals. The pig. He sleeps on a mattress And covers up in sheets. My breath pours out my purple mouth And feeds him all his meat. My nerves shake like pollen In a cool summer's breeze. I can erect myself But still I cannot leave. I've watched you come in and out of dreams And I've watched for sights overhead But I can't swear what it is. I just look up for someone to help me. There's nothing I can see. These usual things. Where you lay my comatose. I wretch in nervous frequency. Propped up against abnormality. Its sickness fills up the room.