Your home is a graveyard
Haunted by voices of the past
Buried in cobwebs on your heart
Cold, dead plots you lay in at night.
No hope of happiness in sight
Only mortal death stalking prey
Condescending oppression in your castle of eggshells
The pain in your eyes flickers like candles in the wind.
So turn out the lights, one more night
And let the stinging dirt shower over you
Let the coldness engulf you forevermore
Burning that lodge of dysfunction to the ground.
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