A place where desires die
and the feeling of lost is awoken.
A place where reality screams
and your senses are unfrozen
A place where you'd beg not to be
and your masks are open.
A place, mine
all mine.
it keeps calling out to me
tis the only way i could breathe
When the very air outside this house
is filled with chaos and angst arouse
I will be here in this welcome cocoon
safe from the fearsome noon
its my house
and its mine
All mine
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