Self-depravation

The house it reeks
of unbearable breath
it speaks of a life
led right unto death

no one to witness
as the pain passes by
no one to see
these rusty eyes cry

You hear the world
knocking on your door
you hear her giving up
on the floor

one can’t help but wonder
is darkness a better fit
is this all that really is?

The shadows are louder now
drowning out the world
the other one the floor is free
but you, you live to say the words

“It is in this house
our demons dwell
it is right here we became
the sisters from hell”