head box broken?

In a dark corner of the whale's stomach now. Shaking palms and whispering voices. Twitch here, shuffle there. Coming up for air, breaking through a thin layer of plastic. Opening your crusty dust filled eyes and rubbing your eyelids with dirty fingers. Covered in compassion and plagued with guilt. Twitch here, shuffle there. Reaching in your pocket to find an empty space were nothing resided in the first place. Doesn't matter. Fumbling through the black void to find you. Reaching, stretching, crawling, pulling, pushing. Slipping into wet mud, sinking. Devouring. I don't know. Its gonna eat you up, drag you down, gonna get all that you asked for. Nothing is making sense in my head box.

[CURRENT MP3 PLAYING: "Lightswitch" by Dredg]