Apartment

Second floor, third door on the right
Coffee stains, answering machines that say that I’m not
home

Humming sounds, dull but loud
From the power that’s been cut off

Symmetry, where is the sound of me
In this cemetery (and that sound it scares me)

Who do you think I am?
To leave this house abandoned
Who do you think I am?
Who do you think that I am?

Moving in, to what I consider to be
My new best friend

Moving on, far passed the nonchalant
To see the skys open up

And when the clouds part
I see divinity
I see the open wounds of your graceful hands holding me
And the foreclosure sign
On the apartment
Says once was occupied but no longer available for rent

Who do you think I am?
To leave this house abandoned
Who do you think I am?
Who do you think that I am?

Gut it from the inside
Cut me out
Gut it from the inside
Cut all my insignificances out

Second floor, third door on the right
Coffee stains, answering machines that say that I’m not home


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s