Cosmic comedy

In your house the walls do sing
Stories about your tattooed ring
Yet still we forget and yearn to be
The graveyard opens and lets us see
Thrashing others but granting sight
A son guided by its mother through the night

but when spotted, that golden chain wakes up and realizes its all the same

Giant corpse in the sky beating down in a rainbows eye
Seeded growth in a maze mind
Shoots towards shared light