Owen
The Armoire
The armoire that you found by the dumpster while visiting your sister's house It looks fine in the living room where the others you've rescued go to dieThat old mirror by the bed without much of anything to reflectSave for a few holes in a crippled bed postShadows that don't moveCob webs in the cornerA dead spider on the wallI'm home but I'm not homeBoxes in the basement that were spared from rising watersDiscarded blood-stained drum skins and sticks rest on your mother's mattressI'm home and somehow while I was gone this house I'd left for dead had lingered onI'm home with my own family in towEverything is the same but differentI'm home againThe devil knows I'm born againBut I can't hold these walls up on my own
From Letras Mania