This house hangs black, with seeping darkness,
With each memory cut deep...

I'm tired of the pounding in my head,
I'm trained from all the times I've bled...

Love is nothing more,
Then a flame which lights the fire...

You remind me of a knife cutting skin,
You hold me down, you close me in...

One purple vain with a cut so deep,
So many promises you can't keep...

At last I know I'm all alone,
I'm left here in this broken home...

You can not rape the willing,
you can't steel from the poor...

I sit and stare that usual stare,
Imagining that I am still there...