All is dark in the house of dust
All is cold
All is breath and breaking bone
And skin that has shed making the dust

And the souls that enter flow like a river
And the names are not called
Peter left a long time ago

God and Gods
Demons and Devils
Abandoned the safety of the house where the souls must go

And dirt deep we rest
Rest enough to feel our bodies turn into dust
Because our souls have nowhere to go

My body is the house of dust
And it is dark inside
Save for the flicker
A spark just strong enough for a pyre
That I will never get to see

At least ash might be scattered in the daylight
Not brushed off of mantles
Or shaken from the feet of the righteous
Every time they turn their backs on me

The earth above me rattles when it rains
And I settle deeper into the dark
Where the dust mixes with the earth
And tries desperately to belong

I do not belong there
These bones are too dense
My heart is too dense

My soul weighs more than the rock marking my place
I am fine with that
Fine with the idea of forever
And the place I will be left in

The house of dust
The house of bone and breath

At least I will not be alone
My soul
will stay with me