Home Bitter Home - E
If your looking for
sadness, despair and tragedy
walk in to the home
of my family
or what i like to call:
a hypocrisy
damage and hate
are the walls that built it
spider webs all over the ceilings
but not even that could bring back our feelings.
the covers of our beds
are made of angry thin threads
ready to cut and tear.
i would say i miss justice and being fair
but ive already had enough of my share.
Its not a haven
its more like hell
where you come to buy depression
cause its all that we sell.
you can shut your eyes
but you will still hear the screams
dark and empty
is all that it seems.
so walk through our doors
of our home sweet home
and stroll through the halls
as the light at the end of the tunnel flicks and drains away
your moving in its opossite direction,
far, very far away.
Copyright © Emm 'N Ashe Lemons | Year Posted 2010
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