Nacreous colors dance through the surface
Of a tattered mind
Devoured by shadows
As the storm closes in
I live in a house that I myself built
Made of jaded beams forged in lost faith
The walls here are anger and hatred and
guilt
All around pieces falling like ashes from
a fire
Blackness with the iridescent shine of
dreams
Fills her heart with frost, upon its walls
dancing
Beyond feeling or sleep
Inside and alone, this destructive
seclusion
Bearable
Shame
Unbearable pain
Reclusive, she hides away
These are the nails that bind me to my
cross
This is the house
That I myself built
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