This House Alive

                                  There are voices in the attic

Wispy whispers past the cabinets

Filled with tawny photographs

I am stolid, I am steadfast

Where there's panic, lingers relapse

Oh, no; those breakdown days are done

This house alive

I can hear the floorboards breathe



Creak, creak



Are these angels come to take me?

If so, I'll wave my white flag willingly

I have shed my snake-skinned past

Clustered flies hinder the windows

For every angel there's a devil

Oh no, make these voices go away



I was a God-fearing boy

Sure, I stumbled more than once

But so did his begotten son



An orphan, thrown out to the wolves

Not prodigal, far worse



I was hustled, I was scorned

Made a criminal...



But I stand here reformed



There are voices in the dead of night

A child screaming, "I am Gemini!"

Oh, what are you, and why?

Are you specter? Are you spirit?

Am I lucid, am I losing it?

Oh no, this macabre facade

These walls, paper thin