A House Of Bones

In this house of bones

I sit among my trappings

Staring into the abyss

Watching the sun pass me by

Hoping that every tear that falls

Will be the last that I cry

There are voices in the halls

Footsteps on the stairs

But when I check around

I find no one is there

In this house of bones

There are the belongings of others

Of fathers and mothers

The three dead little brothers

They're the ghosts of the house

The previous owners of the bones

And this is the house we all live in

In life they called it home

In this house of bones

Lies a gray felt blanket

In a room so lonely

Touched only by the sun

It peers through the glass

Looking for the owner

But there are only bones

And the owner is gone

I once called it home

This big house of bones

But now it will be my grave

For inside I am dying

With every tear I'm crying

With every day that's passing

My soul grays more and more

I am poked and prodded

Stabbed and gutted

Strangled by thoughts

Crushed by memories

With faces in every corner

And shadows in every door