death & shaking
that disappearing feeling that comes stealing when I'm lonely,
shows up when I think of why and where I'm all alone,
there is jumping death and shaking that won't leave this place inside me,
with it's black and powdered presence that have made my body home.
when I look back on the projects lie in ruin at my doorstep,
when i'm faking that i'm living and this world isn't there,
and remember why i'm standing where i never should have left,
where my skin and flesh have vanished, and left only bones and hair.