Curtains shut, some windows broken,
barren trees, concrete decay.
Muffled creaks as the door opens,
this is not a place to stay.
Toxic fumes fill empty hallways,
faded lights shine, then shy out.
Blackened paint colours the surface,
pillars rot deep in the ground.
Shadows cast upon the table,
shadows cast upon the floor.
The walls are falling, nothing’s stable,
crash around me now once more.
Shattered glass and broken pictures,
skin of dust and gritted lung,
home of solitude, of fractures,
shout my name before I’m gone.