this heart has rooms that lay in dust,
& ashes that once were hope.
they must be cleansed so they can mend,
my pain so i can cope.
but i can't begin the task,
for the ashes i hold to dear,
and in the dust i still recall,
that once i had love here.
there's plenty of empty for rent,
in this heart thats turned to stone,
i'd like to put out welcome signs,
but im more comfortable alone.
i stir the ashes on the floor,
& pray the dust will cover me,
in hopes that in that ancient dust,
lay some happy memories.
nightmares keep me company,
lost inside my shell,
the thoughts of loss torment me,
while im trapped inside this hell.
so i walk the lonely halls,
& listen for whats not there,
the silence is very deafining,
& it's hard to breath the air.
i find some footsteps in the dust,
follow them down a corridor,
they lead me to a giant mirror,
im with myself again once more.
there's plenty of empty rooms for rent,
in this heart thats turned to stone,
i'd like to put out welcome signs,
but i'm more comfortable alone,
i stir the ashes on the floor ,
& pray the dust will cover me
in hopes that in the ancient dust,
lay some tender memories.
i pace each day room to room,
in search of whats been lost,
all i find is dust & barren walls,
the price my loss has cost,
stiil i search every room,
& look behind every door,
in hopes to find the one that leads,
to the word outside once more

Hauntingly beautiful bedlum

thank you,