Home - A place of rest.
A place of faith.
A place where my family once lived.
A place of dance.
A place of song.
A place where we all sing along.
A place music is written for an instrument not itself.

However, once a place where these joys resided, now wakes only death and sorrow.

A place of enemies.
A place of crying

A place of argueing.
A place where the song written is written to hurt.

A place in which my soul has died.
A place in which I can't reside.

A place in which my anger dwells.
A place that is a living hell.