Home is where it's heart is
I know its' here.
Lurking, in every shadow, every crevice, every spot that I am and am not.
It like me to think its' hiding, it likes to think its better then me
But I know its lying.
I can feel its heart
I this home
Because home is where its heart is
It isn't supposed to be real
What I feel, pulsing around me should be
Yet it is not
Because the monster traps me in this home
This broken down ghost house
With its chipped paint,
Failing ceilings
And creaking floors
The weight of the atmosphere
Sags down onto my shoulders
Onto my heart
I know that home is where ever you go
And I know that I carry its heart with me
Because my heart is where it's heart is