back home, alone

alone, back home
home, back alone


after talking with a certain voice
after biting different pills by own choice
after hollowing out a tree the size of rock mountain

i'm in my own company again
misled by wolves and labyrinths

countless dead flies on the floor
and nothing on the menu

cold, damp palms
long necks that smell of barley and yeast
memories that's already stained like a photo in the fire

quotes from the darkest depth of your head
and a belly that extend for miles

left in a rotten ribcage

open 24/7
no lock in the door