In the shadows

On the ridge

In the basement

I am warped

I am reaching

For condition

I am counting

To be cured

In the kitchen - sick, sick, sick

In the hallway - sick, sick, wrong

I can hear you - one, two, three

Coming through my bones, riding FM waves in the air

In the grass - ants, ants, fleas

In the dirt - dead, wet, dreams

In the shadows - one, two, three

Shaking like the leaves, cutting like the cold that morning