Give it to those who really love you

Give it to those who really love you
What sets you alive
Fires set off and burned for purpose
Touches full and static-like
Only for those who hold you high
They outnumber those you think you love more
Pry your eyes open and they are still standing there
Behind the ones you wished were genuine
Give it to those who really love you
Wasting it on those who do not
Bleeds you dry till death

it's so cold in this house

"open mouth swallowing us..."
as it always has been I suppose...after it is said and done.All thats left is cold.
Stripped bare and left needling away at past possibilities.
With fingers that are chilled to the marrow.
I could not even point you the way home if you were standing next to me.
I do not know the road
I do not know the way
I just know it is cold
bare
familiar yet faint
no comfort
"and I can't find my way home"
because this is not home