In the house that haunts me
The flickering lights are blue
Sirens wail outside
For you
The needle's stuck on voices
A winged tattoo lays so still
White flash of wedding gown
And scattered pills
Ghosts of dreams and memories
Float and land like confetti
At my feet
It's feeding time for monsters
Growling, scratching at the walls
Cracked mirrors in the doorways
Showing no warning signs
Kitchen's clean
And clothes are drying
It's not a scene set for goodbye
The broken necks of 'could-have-been's'
Swinging, dangling, from the beams
Like the truth
It's feeding time for monsters
Growling, scratching at the walls
It's feeding time for monsters
Howling, pounding at my door
I wake up and their appetites
Shrink in the morning light
Have I survived the night?
Made it to the end
Till it's feeding time again