My barefoot self

I Subconsciously smoke cigarettes

My barefoot self

I almost cry

I loathe the naked universe

For everything it pours on me

I sleep to unsleep 

And undream this life

From the nightmare

I want it to be

Deep inside

An existence with no balcony

And cousins that I never see

Until it‘s far too late

I’ll wait outside their heaven’s gate

I catch tears

With the umbrella of my mind

It brings bad luck

For the house I can‘t control

Is ruled by heinous superstitions

And they torture every aspect of my soul

Memories of locked up childhoods

Dusty boxed up cellar doors

And bloody basements

Never cleaned

And not been given thought before