Sep 2013
The
house I'd built is nothing now, I'm walking past a hole
I tell myself that I cannot return without a soul
The sacrifices I had made are nothing more than this:
Ephemeral experiments, a reoccurring kiss
I used to think my sorry lips were something of a door
A gate protecting parts of me but that was all before
I came across a verbiage that entered through my teeth
That made its way inside of me and settled underneath
The time it took to reinforce its structure with my bones
Has passed like an eternity, in never ending groans
I'll change the bricks to powder soon by mulling over thoughts
And place them in a mortar to contain them while they rot
And as the house of sand and fog is gradually entombed
The ground will hold a funeral to bury every
room
house I'd built is nothing now, I'm walking past a hole
I tell myself that I cannot return without a soul
The sacrifices I had made are nothing more than this:
Ephemeral experiments, a reoccurring kiss
I used to think my sorry lips were something of a door
A gate protecting parts of me but that was all before
I came across a verbiage that entered through my teeth
That made its way inside of me and settled underneath
The time it took to reinforce its structure with my bones
Has passed like an eternity, in never ending groans
I'll change the bricks to powder soon by mulling over thoughts
And place them in a mortar to contain them while they rot
And as the house of sand and fog is gradually entombed
The ground will hold a funeral to bury every
room
Is this your house?
