I have a house on a chain
It used to dangle from my wrist
It was lost and someone found it
But then it didn't fit

I strung it from a wire
Tied it loosely round my neck
But the sunlight bleached it
Still, I wanted to keep it

Pulled it closer to my heart
Collared love and neck-bone lace
Till the string was pulled too tight
I was choked but didn't die

The house took my spirit away
But my breath remained
Then came the dreams of fire
And I knew the house was cursed

Should have kept the superstitions
Said my acts of contrition
Followed all the warning bells
And realized that this house was hell

Now the matter seeps in heavy
Sandman has replaced the sun
I beg the stars, eternal rest
And, which form of death is best?