I feel like a house;
Not a home
My walls so forbiddingly high
Overgrown ivy entombing my heart
My meaning shrouded in sorrow
As my last dreams fade away, along with the warmth within me

I feel like a house;
Not a home
So why not break down these walls;
Burn down all my antique memories?
Till I'm left with my bare scaffold
I'll be empty, a mere soulless spirit;
                                   - but aren't I already