A bloody bass echoes

and thunders into my eardrum.

Its’ crackling static

a cipher I can’t translate.


My eyes are gritty

the flash-POP of lights

linger inside my skull

a moment too long.


J’ai le froid dans mes yeux…

I have cold in my eyes.

The faint shadow of real fear

is lost in translation.


My heart stops

and my eyes turn to ice,

frozen sculptures inside their sockets

and bleak winter in my brain.


Dust fumes cloud up

and somewhere, an engine reverberates in my bones.

Time slows, warps

and everything real is gone.