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the rain falls, it all falls apart.

as the pigment, seeps through and stains.

stuck in my hate, stuck in this rage.

where are they now? those voices of certainty.

coma come collect your favourite son.

make the depth of my anger endless.

let the storm, break my home.

no shelter, no heaven.

the brick falls and the light goes out.

this house is still painted black.

the fires I once held, the burden of you.

now these wounds, show me nothing.

there is no more hiding, as my eyes are blind.

this is the only gift, you gave me.

the cry of a husk, the grave of a man defeated.

distant dreams, left unloved.

in the ruins of a house,

 in a grave I felt safe.

a fire I found solace in,

took my time away.

childish thoughts of home,

left abandoned.

no shelter, no heaven.