Sleeper Agent

Reality's wilting around me
 Words turn to liquid
 And run from of the pages of books
 My dreams are all stock footage
 Skipping and twitching, stuck on repeat
 And the official channels are all going silent
 No more vapid assurances
 No alarms, no surprises
 Just colorless light and featureless sound
 Blemishing everything
 Reality is wilting around me
 And my wetware is drying up
 So I squeeze myself into wires
 And course through the copper to
 The cone of the speaker
 And ride a shudder through the air
 Until I slide into your head
 Where I cut through the wax
 And caress the little bones
 Oh, I'm coming close now
 Oh, I'm coming close now
 I gently part the tiny hairs
 And plant a serrated shard
 Between the dusky folds within
 A stowaway from a wilted world