House Of Pain
The foundation has been laid, to my house of pain,
Nails hammered, tears falls like rain.
Walls are built, insulation installed,
Windows high, to prevent the fall.
Closed are my doors, locks in place,
Outside world, I will not face.
The inside is secure, no bright painted walls,
Unwanted visitors are the cause.
Trust tucked in the bottom floor,
To let it out, there be no more.
Love was once in every room,
Now seems burried, battered and bruised.
My life is simple, in my house of pain,
No more sadness and tears that stain.
2006-08-02
13:50:54
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By SLP
2006-08-02
14:04:43 ·
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