Faded marks of existence occupy this, once upon a time, home. Walls scrape their edges as you sit here tearing at your skin. Your rotten mind holds thoughts and this house cherishes all its memories. Dear love, run from these monsters you've come to know before the hourglass runs out of time to give you.
the light from withing you,
should paint that ugly dull heart of yours
Like all your beautiful, cheap dresses you’ve fallen in love with.
With their colours, should your heart match.
Match not, with their worth please.