I sit in a house with no windows and no walls
An endless blackness engulfing it's halls
The floors are riddled with corroded stones
Some of which you could say I have owned

The darkness invokes no fear inside
The emotions once here have already died
This place is tired and so very weak
Left with only a few words to speak

The foundation is rotted and falling apart
But I guess it has been from its start
Soon the floors will fall through and give way
Letting what's been cornered inside to go astray.