And I Am Home

I've been called back to that place...
That world that I know so well
The familiar feelings and songs
The power and the pleasure
Never quite getting what I need
Nothing like what I want
And yet I am still comforted
In my dissatisfaction
And I am Home

It's always cold in that place...
The spot I sit in is worn
Never holding the heat it is given
It is not made to appreciate
Just fashioned to take
It can only handle so much
The much is less than I have
So I am unfulfilled
And I am Home

I don't think I'll ever leave this place...
This emptiness built for me
Hard and hollow it bellows the dark
The only flame alight is mine
All others will be snuffed
Nothing else can thrive
It will never be seen as full
Of anything more than shadows and dust
And I am Home