Home is where my heart fell

Love is suppose to be full of vibrant, rich colors that get painted on the walls of a heartfelt home

Little was I aware of something different

Step on inside to my dark chambers of doom

Where you'll hear screeching wailing from all the sick and twisted sadism you have instilled on my fragile but barely beating heart

When I told I would love you more than him, you refused my offering, to go back to the exhausting suffering that you've created for me

The shadows on the wall in my lair of despair show a young boy in fetal position begging like a starving dog waiting for scraps of love to fall to his bloody paws

The fear is neverending it seems like as I lie on my death bed and hear the faint whispers of your soothing voice fading away into my eternal sleep

The fear will go away, away as my soul drifts away