You are your own consequence
Every action of yours
Is a board in the floor
And every lie or trick
Is another brick
Your shaded thoughts
Are furniture stains
Stories and secrets
Are window panes
Crimes and cons, both large and small
Become the plaster in the walls
Every time you wanted more
An extra lock on the cellar door
Even if you manage
To avoid detection
Your darkness solidifies
Transcending dimension
For you are a master architect
With a lifelong monument to *****
A house of sin that has always been
A grave with your bones trapped within
Founded on memories that disturb you most
You haunt yourself as a lonely ghost
Built by guilt, your sick abode you will infest
Among echoing halls your soul will find no rest
Get out of the house while you still can
Such is the plight of man