Home

Sitting in this drenched filled home,
It rains all night,
Flooded in and all around,
Dead clouds aren't kind,
In between the bricks they speak,
in tongues that rhythm,
Fallen angels are quick sand,
it's a matter of time,

Running from the room that drains all life,
Burning with the fire that comes with time,
Safety comes from fear and faceless lies,
I'll be just fine, lock the doors and shut the lights,

Sense the windows clarity,
as I sigh,
feel the lady that's in bed,
She's terrified,
Halls obsessed with lasciviousness,
exotic crimes,
This home prays through fiendish ways,
pray she's alright,

Borderline and crimson bloodied bathroom tiles,
Haunted by the phantoms violent eyes,
crawling down the stairs while horrified,
Out of luck I stumble up, it's time to fight,
As she cries I'm ripped apart, it's time do die,
Drawing my last breath I tell her "please take flight"
From this house that's mine, this mind of mine,
I hope she makes it out alive.