Sweet home.

Do you like the way

The purple falls from chandelier

under the ceiling’s cream

Or how the monsters ‘neath the bed

Are the faces in your dreams?

Or the way the curtains 

Glow golden, scratching the paint

Off the hangings on the wall

Or the way the silence drowns

Out the screams in those worshiped halls.

Do you like how the spiders 

creep up their rotten minds

With the same stripy shoes

And brown brown eyes

How the doorbell burns

The rust off the bars 

that cage you forever in

How much you drink the shame

That stings your salty tongue

Till you forget your name

It doesn't matter, lucky girl

Brush your hair and come awake.

I hope you like the way

Things are at this place,

This is your home

And it will never ever change.