Don't Wake the House

The ceiling bends above my head like something beautiful and dead.
There is a heartbeat in the wall; it knows your name,
It knows us all.
I heard it counting.
One.
Two.
Don't turn around.
Close your eyes.
They're already closed.
Kill the light.
The darkness knows.
Every room has another room.
Every face has another face.
And ours are gone.
The house has eyes.
The house has eyes.