"Home"

To defend against the allergens of existence
Flare up the signals, tried untrue
Autoindulgence and autoerotic shutdown
My will is not my own
But a small pill to swallow as this home

To defend against the days before a sense
Excite the fingers stiffly for you until it is true
A home before now will never be found
The pill is not the one
But its interior crumbles as all inward flow

To defend against the times unspent
Valueless currency with which to thrive anew
Outward flow is subdued, condemned to the pits
Nothing is ever fun
And the sum above and below absolute continues the blow

Attack all hope, or all virtue, and all ashen swords of the past
With no allies inward or out, it will soon cease to last