Modern Arts of the Hospice House

I wanna lie in your bed and ‘X' out the days
Until your waves crash
Until your frame snaps
You’ll say
«It's all okay; I want you to cave in with me»
Miles away and in between
It’s all the same
Subtle dying
You lie awake, forget to breathe
It’s all the same, constant fighting
Infect us with a hope you can’t deprive
In this worldwide quarantine
In this homeless shelter we struck up a slow dance
A cold empty cup in the shiver of your hand
Drags along a wired fence
I laid in your bed today, rusting away
I felt the same
The subtle dying