AT HOME At home Under the devils care The mother rules The father begs The siblings dream Of anything outside the steel bars The air is one of eternal suffering The time drags by in seconds Happiness does not exist Animosity explodes every minute Hatred is contagious Love is non-existent The tyrant rules With a poisonous breath And glowering evil eyes That sees all and veils all Secrets and lies Are the never-ending trends When you’re in my home Trapped as I am Under the roof of a madhouse Like a tortured prisoner Held by heavy chains of sorrow You know not any emotions On the inside You have already died
Reason for writing:
That's the way they make me feel
Birth sign: Libra
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