This here is my home,
metal sides of cold.
Death drips,
from the roof and mold.
This here is my home,
I run away far with my car.
To find myself parked,
staring through the dark.
This here is my home,
the walls mutter judgement,
charred with abandonment.
This here is my home,
It's gone now,
Burnt to the ground.
This here was my home.