Cold air/no emotions/ halls: no veins/
Old hairs/ broke devotion/ walls: cocaine/
Father to none/ mother to three/
A daughter and son/ another in need/
Eyes are black even though the /deck is white/
Eyes never see ex/cept at night/
When the iris is /met with light/
And the glass window con/nects its sight/
Even when it’s raining, you can /still see its tears/
It swallows the darkness/ and /kills me with fear/
/Filthy and weird/ spry/ silent and depressing/
Floors and walls /hide /violence and aggression/
It bottles up so much inside/ never revealing its secrets/
Never giving birth/ for/ever keeping this fetus/
Sometimes it opens its door and /speaks through /sun rays for the summer/
Melts the snow and /breezes through/ the window /one way or another/
Kids laughing/ trees breezing/ but still so quiet/
Tipped trash bin/ leaves sneezing/ fluffed pillows riot/
So let this /trip end the sentence/ with an emphasi/s to the /blemishes and scars/
Let it /fill in the crevices/ with evidence/ while playing /Hendrix’s guitar/
A house with a core that’s barried down, a /more than scary clout/
But from the outside it’s still just an /ordinary house/
Just hold me tight, hold me
Love,
Lonely night lonely
