I hear a roaring in the walls at night, I believe it is the pipes
Or maybe the furnace screaming to let it catch our home on fire
I imagine the roaring to be the outcry of us, pure hatred
If I close my eyes long enough it becomes the sound of dogs
Barking and scratching against the closed heaven door
Or maybe that is humans, pleading to be let in-even the sinners
Maybe that is hell, being so close to nirvana yet not being allowed in
I told a friend about the roaring in the walls, she said that's the house settling
What is the house settling for? A dysfunctional family?
Or maybe it is settling for where it is because it cannot move
What is there to settle, the house has no choice, is this slavery
Or a term of mutualism, we take care of it and it lets us live in it
If I set fire to this house will I hear it's screams or it settling?
Maybe from the fire I will hear the roaring I hear at night
The house might be pleading to die, to not settle anymore
Every fight we have makes me scared that we are roaring
That we are stuck underneath the floorboards
Lying against cold concrete and settling to make room
Who is the house and who is the family? Who is the fire?
You are the dogs scratching to get in. I am the person in hell
Sometimes when I close my eyes at night I hear the walls roar
A lion bursts through and roars at everything, it charges towards me
It curls into my lap and dies, it is the dog now scratching
The dog with brown hair and white paws catches on fire and settles
Into ash but becomes a demon groveling at door of heaven
I take the demon in my arms and lay it down, it sleeps
I kiss you because you are the angel of this demon I sleep with
We are not settling we are moving, we are the ash in the wind.