Aghast against the skin

Aghast,
Aghast,
against the skin I gasp.
The water fills,
I cannot thrill my lover from her task.

Such bile infestation I feel in the star,
a keen imagination,
beneath,
below too far.

Aghast,
Aghast,
against the skin I grasp.
The blood boils,
the station recoils from their hated past.

Pile on the bodies,
in this isolated place.
A million miles from the earthly soil,
I have no human face.

Aghast,
Aghast,
against the skin I clasp.
the stinging armor,
covers the farmer who collects our wrap.

Sending out the hunters,
out to this lonely place,
a million miles from the earthly soil,
they won't recognize this face.