A house that breaks down upon my back
A life I’m willing to give for it
Rotten columns with support that they lack,
but how I raise my arms in support of It.


Crooked little place that I call my own
How I love you for your imperfections
For you contain hidden beauty within your bones
A Fierce independence that resists alterations


Crawling rats that rob my pantry daily  
they are the only company that I know.
Spite and hatred towards them is plenty
But fear of quiet solitude is a greater blow.


Bring in foreign guests full of presents
only to have them hurt my home
Empty boxes and hungry pockets
Make me wish I was here all alone


A solid but divided foundation under me
Creates hidden cracks upon the structure
Why I cannot fix what I cannot see
But must tear it all down in hope of a better future