🔞The Silent House

Hello, my dear, my precious little keeper. I watched your chest rise and fall from my shelf on the wall. I counted your breaths, a lullaby’s slow sound, And dreamt of the pulse in your neck, jealous of the pound. A painted life, a hollow, scripted pose. The rot my seamless, lacquered smile conceals. I've bottled every laugh your lungs have blown, And hoarded every breath of warmth you've known. I've studied how the living flesh will yield, I've memorized the syntax of your need. The pulse inside your throat, that crimson seam— I'll cut it from you, stitch it into my dream. Clockwork heart, clockwork heart A hollow, ticking, silent part Clockwork heart, clockwork heart A cold sound in the slowing dark. For I have learned the rhythm in your veins, I envy every sun-kissed summer rain. Your living eyes hold worlds I ache to own, So I will take them, wear them as my throne. This stolen breath will be my borrowed skin, And in my perfect box, I'll lock you in. Hello, my dear, you think your room is safe. The moon is high, I step from my displayed place. My painted smile is fixed into a leer, You named me, loved me, held me through the night. Now watch your darling in the guilty light. A patient guest across the nursery rug, To claim the cradle of your living breast, And steal the warmth where I was once a guest. Clockwork heart, clockwork heart, Time to make the final start. Clockwork heart, clockwork heart, And a keen, cold edge to find its mark. For I have learned the way your seams come apart, To wear the flesh and counterfeit the heart. Your glass-bright eyes for mine of dusty black, I’ll take your place, and won’t be giving back. Your breath, your name, the current in your skin, I’ll claim it all and seal your old self in. I’ll trace the rivers where your life runs deep, And in my velvet lining, you will sleep. Hush now, sweet thing, this won’t feel strange for long. This won’t feel strange, this won’t feel. Sing who? Sing now? Your voice is my new song. Your voice is my song, harmonize. A little pressure where the night is warm, To let the silence in to take your form. A perfect swap, where you and I belong. Where you belong. I’ve learned the rhythm pulsing in your veins, And found the fault line in your mortal chains. Your living eyes are treasures to be won, I’ll take them for my own. Your breath, your name, the current ‘neath your skin, I’ll siphon off, let my new life begin. I’ll trace the rivers where your life runs deep, And in my velvet lining, you will sleep. I’ll take your place, and won’t give it back, Your glass-bright eyes for mine of dusty black. Good night, my dear, my perfect little keeper Inside your glass, a permanent sleeper No one can hear the tiny fists that pound Against the little window, making not a sound Clockwork heart, clockwork heart Clockwork heart, clockwork heart Sleep now, in the silent dark.