Yonder Wicked Picket
The front door is creaky and heavy
Ensuring the existence of an inside and outside
The lights flicker on with a deft “FFffuhmp”
Whenever the hell it wants too
The entrance hall’s a sea of leather shoes
Abandoned and lost in plain sight
Coats garnish the walls with pockets full of forgotten
Keys and coins singing like birds in a dense woolen forest
There’s a stair that goes up and a stair that goes down
Feng Shui and skeletonizing sofas, respectively
A band of discolored photographs are runnin’ ‘round the living room
They'll never leave nor love again
The water ebbs and flows into shower cabin cobweb coves
Where new worlds are growing in puddles of spent shampoo
Possessed possessions shift across the floor when no one looks
And don’t get me started on the remote
On the plateaus of the ceiling something sinister is amassing
To kill the carpet while you sleep
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