In my hollow abode, bones crushed under the sky,
Despair reigns, a prison of my own making, stripped bare.
Each room smeared with time’s filth, memories of grime,
Windows rattle, echoing my heart’s agony in the air.

Dreams crushed, once lively, now in ruins,
Each step a thorn, piercing my heart with scorn.
My dwelling, a monster feeding on my misery,
Swallowing every light, a black hole born.

Floors creak, whispering secrets of mistakes,
Leaking roof, tears drowning me in dread.
Shadows loom, playing games with my mind,
Walls bind, endless night holds me in its thread.

A home of eternal gloom, swallowing all but doom,
A labyrinth trapping me in endless pain.
Yet I stay, for it’s a part of me,
Reflecting my shattered soul, neither half nor whole.

Be my sanctuary, my haven of rest,
Where I find love and let my guard down.
Stay longer than my woes allow,
Comfort me in walls that once painted me blue.

Let constellations circle my sanctuary,
Replenishing and comforting my weary soul.
A refuge for my broken parts to find solace,
Before every piece shatters onto you, making me whole.

My house stands on disregard’s foundation,
Locks glued shut, a funeral pyre glowing.
Into the abyss, I jump without a rope,
Yearning for a familiar warmth unknowing.

Renovate my feelings of loneliness,
Trace my footsteps on worn paths alone.
In a desolated corner, I can be found,
In silence, a dyspnoeic box, my new home.

Words embroider the patchwork of my heart,
Finding home in you, leaking bloody tears.
My home catches fire, leaving no trace,
Mourning the death of love, fueling my fears.

For a dying home, I won’t live without,
Find me, nurse my wounds till the ceiling sinks.
Bridging the thread of our sacred haven,
Flushed with the flavor of your velvet links.

Let’s sweep away the mudrail of the past,
Scrap my memories with the passing of time.
Swallow the key, nestle in meadows tall,
A refuge from shadows, a storm we’ll climb.

Touch ankles, let woes slip away,
Know me in a place you can call home.
My heart, my sanctuary, my refuge,
Through pain and crumble, we’ll never be alone.