The gentle tap and stir within the wall
Engraving dried riverbeds within the skull
Scraping all certainty away with a shiver
While alone, the hum you know nothing of, knows all of you
The spite and sick you've allowed the dimming suns in your eyes
Whispering the uncertainty
You find it in every wall of you
Dragging and tapping abysses between your layers
Sculpting your bones to bend like feeble shadows at dusk
and your throat the prison of your tongue
It was always just within
Behind the flesh and glare of your own lens
Tapping on your walls"