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.