Exposed

Exposed
Exposed
let yourself become infested
let yourself become detested
In the hush of nightfall
unfit peices of vertebrea
creep over dented high-way rails
thirsty for direction,
crawling exposed spine
ripped from behind
of my paralyzed soul
because I'm searching for
the correct road to travel.
I'll shed my skin on the street
and run faceless, keep running.
Bones clatter beyond my bare heels
moaning to escaping backside.