There Goes My Home

The only home that I have known, was squeezing my blood out of stone. I have been told it's freezing cold, I think this home needs to be sold. Too vandalized for me to hold, at least I will be given gold, a feast if I can be so bold. The doors are gone, the windows too but keep this between me and you. To sell this shell and start anew, is something that I have to do. This four walled, stair cased empty crypt, these sections I eventually skipped. In essence I must be equipped, by lessons learnt and efforts slipped. Tell Orpheus; "The time has come", his farewell song is finally sung. I was too young to love this space, so I grew up to hate this place, a refuge that was laid to waste. This broken palace to my disgrace became a dream too late to chase. I must escape in such a haste, this disgust is too much to face, just dust that I can touch and taste when all I need, is a warm embrace.