the armoire that you found by the dumpster while visiting your sister it looks fine in the living room where the others you ve rescued go to die that old mirror by the bed without much of anything to reflect save for a few holes in a crippled bed post shadows that don t move cobwebs in the corner a dead spider on the wall well i m home but i m not home boxes in the basement that were spared from rising waters discarded blood stained drum skins and sticks rest on your mother s mattress well i m home and somehow while i was gone this house i d left for dead had lingered on well i m home with my own family in tow and everything s the same but different and i m home again but the devil knows i m born again and i can t hold these walls up on my own