Here I sit; the darkness envelopes my mind
Raging inside; my hate percolates
My emotions are whet by the voice
Of my house that was once my home

I hold a needle in my hand
The silver dagger vibrantly stares
With the pittance of a tiny orb
Screaming for my relinquish

The epicenter of this repression
Began like an abandoned abyss
Untenanted from its incipiency
But still left to winter’s icy jaws

Forsaken by the ones candid
I am all misunderstood
What sense comes from loneliness?
Save the devastation of despair
From my house that was once my home