they say home's where the heart
but if home is a carcass
that's real hard to believe,
'cause that's prone to give scars
and say home's where there's heart but
why go through the falls
inside and outside like there's no haven at all.
maybe there isn't, and im just thinking like tall—
toddlers, can you blame me when i search for feelings harb'd
in that space and in that place, and faces had a deeper cause
and love felt felt and with intent
there was no need to find a pause
or the flaws but,
this is not a beautiful space at all
maybe the veil finally hit the floor
maybe it all was a dream galore..

a black hole is all this is.