Welcome Mat

This dark apartment I called home
is filled with ghouls that chill my bones.
They laugh and taunt and ask me why
a once strong heart became so shy.
My hands are fumbling in the dark
for a bright idea to light a spark.
But all they do is fold and pray
that I make a getaway.

I will run and hide
from the one-bedroom apartment,
slowly close the blinds.
A welcome mat I'd rather leave behind
as a glimpse of hope for the next soul trapped inside.

My skin is melting as we speak,
an empty shell harboring heat.
Reminding me of wasted time,
my dripping bones attempt to climb
out of the prison in my head.
Rather the prison of my bed,
inside this dratted home of mine,
my dripping bones attempt to climb.

I will run and hide
from the one-bedroom apartment, slowly close the blinds.
A welcome mat I'd rather leave behind
as a glimpse of hope for the next soul trapped inside.

Run and hide.
Run and hide.
Run and hide.
Run and hide.
Run and hide.
Run and hide.
Run and hide.
Run and hide.
Run and hide.
Run and hide.

I will run and hide
from the one-bedroom apartment, slowly close the blinds.
A welcome mat I'd rather leave behind
as a glimpse of hope for the next soul trapped inside.