Your shingled roof keeps the sunbeams out of your head Greasy grime-stained glass windows tint your cracked worldview Spite dripping from the meaningless words you said Time and again it rears its ugly head anew Tiles misaligned by the slow shaking of years past Rusted doorknob yielding to splintered wooden door Vestiges of reason leave your mind all too fast Eaten by insecurities, razed to the floor Graffiti and dirt lie intertwined on your walls Fractured wallpaper peels away in strips and flakes The answering machine inside holds no more calls The dusty mould on the tabletop swells and cakes Broken pipes and tangled wires climb up your side As varicose veins snaking up your wizened spine All your flaws leak out and there's nowhere left to hide Groaning in the wind, your voice hissing "They're not mine!" Your boarded-up middlesection is always torn Wind-ripped by desolating gusts of delusion The flight of fancy, the gloried facade you've worn Hangs from bitten brick, a decomposed illusion