Home is a murderer
It chomps and bites
And haunts you every night

It dines on your morals
Nibbles on your space
Your meal, pure mockery
just in case

Home is a murderer
It slashes and shreds
your wit till none is left

The table, an execution
Your bed, a tomb
The heart you carry
to die in that room

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