C.M. Keehl - ​posterior/ of moaning lyrics

in the morning before I die sweaty ego       less a face a** up       grabbing sheets ghost I've become pushing my finger holes for eyes     considering oblivion of always same     hollow hunting     only wanted the dark     augmentation of reality     dissipation & ablation     internet sin     where skin of mine means nothing but skin     a removal of surface     for small talk fined tuned     simulacrum w/ a dab pen vapor & prescription klonopin I swallow     to expose just the waif     you like     to say precipitation beats ground     w/o erosion is to ignore     accumulation & I let lust mean nothing     but what I could give away     it's evolution     of ontology what     entities     exist of me     to you other than wetness/a c*nt & counting moments I'm no longer     at all breasts weathered between     pretending a phantom     predicting annual loss is not exceeding     all the nothing I'll never gain.