The house that was once new
Where feelings and emotions grew.
The house that was once warm,
Now cold, dark, and worn.
The world and its hate,
Caused the house to survive in this state.
Happiness has long gone away,
A new friend, sadness, is here to stay.
Windows broken, says the ceiling that leaks.
Dark and cold, says the floor that creaks.
Silent and vacant, except for desire.
Cold and empty, says the heatless fire.
Heartless and hungry is the beast within,
Say the walls, damp and thin.
Repeatedly jabbed, broken and torn,
Says the house that is cold, dark, and worn.
This, says the owner, is the reason why,
The house will eventually collapse and die.
Alive yet breathless, the house lives on, fighting to make it to the break of dawn.
The house is fragile, dark and cold,
Ageless and broken, young but old.
Something clear from the very start,
The dark and cold house is merely my heart.