When nothing is wrong at all,
There is something wrong for sure.

Like flesh missing from my bones, your absence screams at me
dry days fold into empty nights that even sleep refuses to visit
the warm of your breath starkly unavailable
life it seems left with you
the heart wants what the heart wants
it cut its self out
what use has it of these dry bones
and this longing disposition
seeking only your return
one dropless beat at a time
I wait for the get down
when your eyes breath life back into mine
and brings the flesh back to these bones

must be home by 1

12:15 a.m
"Don't fall asleep baby, you need to be home soon."
"It's fine, I'm just gonna close my eyes for a minute."

5:15 a.m
"Hey what time is it?"
**"Oh ****.."

Outside
of you
I break your shroud
Inside
I move
make my home
through the mad
underground
under you.

There you will find
the total black
in which every hallowed husk
finds a home
within me.

As the insects burrow
build their homes around my walls
I shift ever around you.

If you see a shadow,
it is
no shadow
it is
me.