A four-cornered quiet room,
grey with an atmosphere of gloom
a cold, so familiar I've grown to know,
welcomed me like it's my home.

On and off, I switched the light on
yet it flickered like it lost an ohm
it hurt my eyes for some reason
still, the pain felt like it's my home.

As the thud of blade fell on the floor
and my skin felt the rush of ichor,
peace echoed, my eyes closed like a dome
finally, I said
I'm home