I will throw the shadows of me onto you.
The darkest parts.
If you are
Brave enough to
Come close.
In the haunted passages of
My heart you will find
Rusty rails and broken stairs.
With every step
You must take care.
You will have to
Feel
Your way tenderly with eyes
Blind.
Other senses necessary
To find the cracks and hidden
Retreats inside.
And
Sometimes
The silence is deafening.
Once caught in the black
You may choose to never
Come back.
Or you may endlessly roam,
Making these infinite
Mysteries of me
Your
Home.