It's uncomfortable in this skin
time changes everything and residence
becomes a word used only for home
no longer for soul within body
I reside elsewhere
unattainable under these walls
but still everywhere when you are not looking
my heart pounds against my marrow-drained ribs
creating an abyss between house and home
much like feuding countries
over opium, much like an American drama
played out again and again
held to a different light each time
producing a lifeless torso
and a skeleton missing its own canine's
well, throw your fists up in rage
and redeem yourself with skin to flesh
break something keeping me moving
if im not broken down, ill end your time-wasting
existence.
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