Sitting in the Basement

Sitting in the basement

Smells like a dog died

Living in the ceiling

Unlike unkind

Sitting where the door is

Beneath the floor is nothing to eat

Bring me to the basement

Tell me where my face went, I'd like to be



Low, left for, my own, white door

Shown, what for, I own, no more



Mirrors in the moonlight

Let me know that you might keep me alive

In my time of dying bury me by

Sitting in a white room, I’m in a white room

All of the time

Push me through a white tube

An MRI



Low, left for, my own, white door

Shown, what for, I own, no more



Left me by an MRI

I'm in the woods, I knew you would