Minutes pass
 Stretching lines into my past
 People breath
 In and out right next to me
 Closing hand
 Burning thoughts like a photograph 

 Faceless frames of this life
 Lose all shape and color
 And all this time the ground is rising
 broken body can never move on 

 I can see it clearly
 I was never here
 I can see it clearly
 I've been dead all these years 

 Paper thin
 Counting marks that stain my skin
 Lowered eyes
 Pass the grid of my window screen
 Tiled floor
 Just the same as the hours before