Testo Caregiver

There's a ghost in my living room
In silent sets, moving through
The attic in chemicals
Dissolve in two

There's a flaw in my chemistry
The chills swells and follows me
In choirs of cold machines And they're smoking skin

These bones reside within
The cracks full of medicine
The distant hums that bloom as we run
No way to displace

In broken light
The cold (?) night
A curse (?)

Leaving all their ghosts behind