A Lot Like BirdsIn Trances

The sign above the doors says, "no solicitors."
Where as the vines along the wall scream, "no visitors at all"
Family, friend, stranger or otherwise
I never came in through the front door anyway, though and I'd been here a million times
I'd lived a secret, favorite life within this house and I done my best to hide it
Loved it deeply, called it home. But never ever dreamed I'd die inside it
I'd come in through the window, pried it open, slipped in gently
Drank here, loved here, slept here
And when it came time to leave I thought it best to leave the way I came
But the window always stuck in odd ways when I tried to exit through it
It asked me questions
If the eyes are the window to the soul, why do you only feel alive when they are closed
And then something else took hold and the window broke

Glass went only inches into our skin
But only inches was enough
And once the guilt has had it's fill
Only then will the animals eat me as well