I have a house on a chain
It used to dangle from my wrist
It was lost and someone found it
But then it didn’t fit
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I strung it from a wire
Tied it loosely round my neck
But the sunlight bleached it
Still, I wanted to keep it
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Pulled it closer to my heart
Collared love and neck-bone lace
Till the string was pulled too tight
I was choked but didn’t die
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The house took my spirit away
But my breath remained
Then came the dreams of fire
And I knew the house was cursed
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Should have kept the superstitions
Said my acts of contrition
Followed all the warning bells
And realized that this house was hell
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Now the matter seeps in heavy
Sandman has replaced the sun
I beg the stars, eternal rest
And, which form of death is best?