Memory Palace

Wrong door.
Wrong key.
Still feels like me.
Still feels like me.
Wrong hallway.
Wrong key.
Why does it remember me.
Why does it remember me.
Dust in the air.
Cold underneath.
Every room got its
teeth in me.
Memory palace.
Memory palace.
Still feels like me.
Still feels like me.
Front gate hanging
from a rusted chain,
Wind move slow
through the picture frames.
Old dreams stacked in
a flooded room,
Half alive in
the mildew gloom.
Half alive.
Half alive.
Every wall got a crack
that speaks,
Every floorboard cries
when it creaks.
Every shadow looks half
like me,
Like the man I
was still won't leave.
Still won't leave.
Still won't leave.
Wrong hallway.
Wrong key.
Still feels like me.
Why does it remember me.
Why does it remember me.
Memory palace.
Memory palace.
Every room got its
teeth in me.
Still feels like me.
Still feels like me.
Second floor underwater still,
Old regrets drift
past the sill.
Conversations trapped in glass,
Watching years go black
and pass.
One room holds the
things I fear,
Locked
so tight I
never go near.
But I know they're there.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Every closed door still breathing.
Still breathing.
Still breathing.
Who built this place.
Who keeps it alive.
I think I did.
I think I forgot.
I think I did.
I think I forgot.
Wrong hallway.
Wrong key.
Why does it remember me.
Why does it remember me.
Dust in the air.
Cold underneath.
Every room got its
teeth in me.
Memory palace.
Memory palace.
Still feels like me.
Still feels like me.
Top floor burned years ago,
Smoke still trapped
where the rafters glow.
Some memories don't fade away,
They become the architecture.
Architecture.
Architecture.
Found a room
I never knew,
Filled
with every self I outgrew.
One looked angry.
One looked scared.
One looked tired.
One just stared.
Then one stepped forward,
Said my name,
You built this place.
You built this place.
Open door.
Open door.
Close door.
Close door.
Wrong key.
Wrong key.
Wrong floor.
Wrong floor.
Memory palace.
Memory palace.
Still feels like me.
Wrong hallway.
Wrong key.
Why does it remember me.
Why does it remember me.
Dust in the air.
Cold underneath.
Every room got its
teeth in me.
Memory palace.
Memory palace.
Every room remembers more.
Memory palace.
Memory palace.
Still feels like me.
Still feels like me.
Still feels like me.
Still feels like me.
Every mind builds a palace.
Some of us
finally go inside.
Go inside.
Go inside.