You hear it? You feel it? It's in the wall, the hum. It's on the skin, the flash. Smell it, pulsing my tongue. The light, it flashes bright. The pulse is in the wall! The scream is on the screen! The darkness is relief, The silence never clean. The wood is breathing loud, Can you hear the creaking? Beneath the walls, the roof, The static bites the floor. It’s in the marrow tooth. I see the scent, lightning. Crackled blue and spiky You drink the static from the air. The pulse is in the wall! The scream is on the screen! The darkness is relief, The silence never clean. The architecture lies. The stone is made of glass. I watch the ghost of us, As shadows slowly pass. The wiring is my system, The conduit is bone. I scream into the void, But never feel alone. The pulse... is in the wall... I feel it... on my skin...
