Whistling Fur

Your fur whistled to me in plays
Each line I heard was a fake script
And every other word I couldn't quite understand
It's okay because our senses fail from time to time

Your eyes filled me up with gasoline
I struck a match to watch how I would burn
Under the flames I found out who I was
The flames died now I'm old again

Your taste licked my insides to nothing
Hollow inside when my fist hit myself
I lost track of where I was
It's funny how a simple taste can do that to you

Your smell gathered up my thoughts
I replace it with strings
Now my mind hangs to wonder
Am I doing this right?