Toxic/ Ecstasy Enigma

I miss air, water, Tyla, she misses Sahara saliva, I give her mescal bitter tongue. We stand in burnout, machines in ecstasy, cybernetic embryos matrices of ecstasy, fallacious circuits close to collapse at fallout. Tell me you're proud, two steps from ethyl coma, liver shattered, say it out loud, before our brains return to the cloud, say you're proud. I speak to death, enigma Turing whore. We are no longer alive, you delude, we disappear as colluding strangers. The drugs have gone up are coming down the mosses. Look in my face caress the lumps, a synthetic end to a short life, I have no doubt