It's just like a bad dream
Bolt upright at night, trying not to scream
Awake to our backs facing while you sleep
Surface just long enough to breathe,
Spines interlocked like faulty cogs in a failed machine
It's like we're just bad friends,
Both wasting our time as our picket fence
Defends all the things we must protect
Pretending that we still can connect is our sole defense
As the present tense beings it's slow descent
Give yourself away
I am the key; a thin skeleton swaying crookedly,
Grinning copper teeth
Come open up for me