My heart like an abandoned house
still reeks of home
And is furnished with dusty memories of you
with faded squares on crimson wallpaper
where blurry photographs of you once hung
The red paint has dried and peeled away
and has revealed my house's rotting walls,
to be exposed and poisoned by the sun.
And while your words like termites feast on broken love and asbestos,
The foundation quivers and quakes under the weight of the darkness
and shivers and shakes at the rabid creatures that lurk beneath.