when the heart is confused,
roiling with a thousand emotions and questions,
there is nowhere to go but home.

"and should you be lacking a home,
should you find yourself alone on a cold night,
you can come home with me."

but your home, it isn't going to be my home:
nothing can replace what i have lost,
there is no comfort for the abandoned.

when the heart is confused, it needs home
in the way a dying man needs life,
or death, an answer, any answer will do.

you are a plague in my heart, a love
that grows and keeps on growing,
consuming all of my energy and emotions.

and should you keep offering a home,
i will be forced to accept this solution
without a price, this gift that only costs soul.

"should you be lacking love, dear,
you can come home with me and find something
more precious than the stillness you seek."

how could you even know what i seek,
those words could never leave your lips because
i will never disclose the iron in my veins.

when the heart is confused,
it lets metal into the bloodstream,
iron ore to supplement the bones.

so that when my spine fails me, when my
bones crumble at your slightest pressure,
there will still be resistance.