Home Sweet Home

The wallpaper chips and peels from the stability of this haunting nightmare

Covering the blood and the gore from the distant relationships

Covering the wine stains from all the smashed bottles

This is my home, the one that few can live in, the one in my mind

Here, I can sit in the corners of every room without trespassing

I can lay on the beds of my dreams and drift away to their thoughts

I can flick my cigarettes on the carpet and burn holes in my plans

This is my safety, a place where no one can touch my injured soul

I can walk in the hallways at every hour of the night without disturbance

And the walk never ends, as there are no obsticals, no agendas

And the quiet is something indescribable, as there are no footsteps here

This is my peace, where I can run away from the troubles of the world

This is the one place that I can open doors as I please, without worrying

I enter without wondering if I will be able to exit at my own will tomorrow

I enter these doorways knowing that only I can control the locks

This is my security, and I can hide just out of reach whenever I wish

I go to this home every minute of every day

I go here, because here I know that no one can hurt me