Why our bodies move.

I'll rip your eyes to shreds,
finally feeling again.
My eyelids shutter in bed
begging for a way in and out.

go on get yourself dressed.
A disaster made walls
that swallow us like our skins
is always creeping in and out.

If we die alone,
at least I will die free
with no one to blanket me
from who I'm supposed to be.

A photo has your eyes
and you feel your way inside.
I set a fire in the stairwell
for a bridge you won't transcend.

Go on and pack your things,
Laugh alone in the mirror
and cover your eyes again.
How is this supposed to end?

If you deny me,
I won't stand still,
passed out on the stairs
I'm feeling for you.
If time is worth telling
its how much I can move.
Goddamn, if I move, you move.