Only human to fall,I've been told
In love,into the sorrow of bad habits
And should you fall into yourself?
Inside your childhood cottage,
In an unknown neighborhood.

The curtains limp in quiescent dust
The scarlet recognizes you,
The chair creaks in remembrance
But in its fragile wooding
Could the arms hold your hand,
And would this ebony bear your soul?
Look around,before you go.

A hanging clock that doesn't tick
It reads nine o'4 and you sit awhile.
The mattress is an indentation
In the shape of your past
That won't cave in to the way you are.
The walls stare down the floors
You are no sight to behold
And on the mantle in a picture frame
You fight battles in a red cape.

In the haunted attic
Where you looked for ghosts,
You stumble across yourself
Fall all over the opaque darkness
And hold hands
With the phantom of yourself.

When you fall into yourself,
Don't shy away for fear
Of not catching yourself.