These Walls

And with these walls
We will never need the sun
These knots are eyes and
Every stain's an effigy
To never be shown
In the open world
These walls have no voice
They only rot
And every faded smear's an epitaph
They were loving once
Only to be killed and rebuilt
By human hands
And made mildew with memories

But the grain makes shapes
Oh so clearly and we can see it
With the faces of our history

The only things that are truly ours
Are enclosures with locked doors
These walls are just like bars and words
Constructs to be worshipped as such
Our house and with these walls we will
Never need the sun, or time
They are too sublime
And with these walls we will
Never need the sun, or time
They are too sublime