This House Is Not a Home

I built this coffin
Now I have to die in it
Only I can bring this down.
I can't help but smile
When I put on my comfortable crown
Of thorns and dream of a day
When all my demons are at bay.
My lungs are black and I
Can't get my memories back
But I don't fucking care
Like the traces in my hair
I can heal and expunge
What I soaked up like a sponge

Life
...goes
......on

But the enemies I have made
Are destined not to fade

And the lies I have told..

........The promises I have broken..

Have left me beaten and alone
Bitter and dumb
Bleeding from my head.
This place is not my home
My shoes have been filled with lead

Mistakes have been made
Those which may not be soon forgotten
By those who love and truly care
My life, well as I may fair
Is buried in the trust I have lost
And can never repair