This house

I vacate the premise, this house is where I play

I come and go when the landlord isn't around

Perhaps maybe one day I will be able to stay

Perhaps maybe one day, not today

For now this room is mine for the night

This room so damp, it's walls so tight

I often ponder whether my trespassing is right.

When I feel this room shake, that is when I loose sight

Loose sight of my morality

Lustfull transgressions

Held with confidentiality

This room greets me with hospitality

Open legs and arms around me

A secret that can never be told

That the only time this house isn't violated

Is when the landlord isn't home.

Scars and damage revile this places pain

One day I wish to rebuild.

One day this beautiful palace will be able to maintain

The landlord says it's his to keep

He says it's his to break

He says that he is its owner

This house doesn't know

This house has the ability

To stand up on its own.

That is the day that this broken house

Can turn into a home.