• The best scars are the ones you cannot see.

    So try as often as you'd like
    Come and find my window to this soul
    And find the broken walls there within

    You're more than welcome to make yourself at home
    Here within the unmoving dust
    Choking in monotonous chords
    Kick back your feet and relax
    Beside that cold fireplace
    Empty and lifeless
    No ember stirs
    Dirtied pictures on the hearth
    Faceless bodies staring back in rustic frames
    I've grown to love these uneven stairs
    Each step groaning as they lead up
    To an attic of disarray
    Scattered memories tossed haphazardly
    Lost further into the dust
    Maybe you'll learn to love this dilapidated home
    Breathe life into that which had ceased to exist

    You're welcome here
    Day or night
    I'll be here waiting