The endless sorrows, They sought and Found me here, At what I call home . When I cannot sleep, When I cannot dream, Everything seems wrong. I glance around and view its truth I don't belong here I whisper Take me away I call out Into the darkness The windows are tinted from eons of collected dust and dirt, The low brown light that seeps through sets the tone, My vision is almost gone, I wipe and wipe But the glass is stained. The entire house is in a similar state. Echoes speak to me in the hallway It's not the house that's alive It's been dead for years I am trapped in it's carcass