North Side


Depraved, the house around me
That pungent smell of hell
No home, or love, or family
Tucked neatly in this shell
The walls a tainted earth tone
So you can't see the dirt
Emotions drape an ozone
From all the hate and hurt
The sound of creaking floors
Stand in for tortured cries
the filtered light through doors
Shows the emptiness inside
The furniture that don't match
It's burned with cigarettes
I don't know why I ever came back
To the place where we first met

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