Mindmansion

the angels shall be here soon
a fight with multiple winners
now sit in the cracked chair for a while
have some tea from a lovely broken cup
the taps sob and cry all the time
the door slams complaining
and old wallpaper waves to me
the stain on the wall looks like someone"s face
beaten up to an ethernal smile
i love when everything is falling apart
i love when nothing is static
not afraid anymore to look at the mirror
just wondering if it"s the end or the start
of the next torn-off page in my life

i love my darkened walls
some clever ketchup art on them
i love when something fails or falls
i love my basement where something"s rumored to lurk
some wild and hungry dreams and thoughts

now if the walls are moving
it"s not that the house is old
perhaps after all those years" strife
the rush for love, the hunt for gold
it just became alive
with no intent to run or hide
i wideshut my eyes and count to five
that"s the way our mind looks inside