"The House on the Hill" (The Demiurge ☢)

Keys in my pocket, torch in my hand The house is quiet but it understands I walk the halls where a legend lived And every room has something left to give The piano's cold, the gold records shine The Cadillac sleeps under the pine I check the doors, I check the lights Another shift, another endless night "House on the Hill. Night shift. No visitors today. Just me and the ghosts." The wig in the case starts to whisper low I covered his head for twenty years or so The jumpsuit hums from its darkened room I carried him through a hundred stages of bloom The Cadillac groans from the drive outside I drove him through the gates with pride The microphone hums a familiar tone I knew his voice better than my own "Three in the morning. They're all talking now. Every object. Every room." The gold record tells me he was here The fan letter says she shed a tear The piano plays a note I've never heard A song unfinished, a final word AND THE HOUSE ON THE HILL REMEMBERS EVERYTHING THE WIG, THE SUIT, THE CADILLAC, THE KING I DON'T KNOW IF HE'S LISTENING, BUT I KNOW I'M NOT ALONE THE HOUSE ON THE HILL IS CALLING ME HOME the house… remembers…