Unknown

[Creakle]

There’s only one window into the soul
on it, the castle by the bed, on the shadow on the floor
Broken houses and empty kitchens
I’m right there, I just can’t stop
We follow, we love the pain
you love me, you love to cry
I imagine I’m soulless
I’m in a home
all that remains
When you die

 

[wesmdow]

the more i read it, the more i like it.

its very laden with metaphor, which makes me have to think about it--i think thats a sign of a good piece of art.