Route of the in between

 Liquid thoughts

Liquid 

Organs 

Where do they dissolve 

Under the sewers 

The -1 level of the awake lights 

Burnt cities under your tongue 

Sometimes the lamp in the streets turn gray 

The tenants call the ambulance 

Thought they had a panic attack

Because it reminded them who they truly are 

The elevator just for today makes only secret transfers through your apartments 

I didn't hear my alarm back to here 

Here repels my legs 

But my eyes provoke it 

I can only trust the smell, 

and i smell (y)our death now often, hoping it transfers back to -1 where it belongs 

Although it doesn't,

 if something belongs to the ground floor it's this