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