The House I Live In

I spend my days walking from room to room Each room has a different color The red, the blue and the yellow The blue room is where I practice drowning The spirits there take turns choking me It’s where I spend most of my time The red room has walls filled with holes The windows are smashed out and I use blood to write on the walls No one can hear me scream in the red room The yellow room is where I look outside And imagine what the sunshine feels like In the yellow room I’m not sick Nothing matters in the yellow room Oh, my wife lives here too Her room smells like flowers The walls are soft grey and She has a special spot for me to lay my head She spends her days walking from room to room too Painting the walls white for me Silencing the spirits Plucking me from the water I submerge my head in I gave her shackles and she wears them as jewelry They look beautiful on her, I think It’s a good thing I guess, since I can’t find the key But she doesn’t know that She spends her days walking from room to room The sound of her shackles lull me to sleep