My floor breathes when I am gone
With creaks and dissonant sighs
A cold draft through the window
Slightly ajar
Stifle its dismal cries

Candlelight casts shadows onto the walls
Strange figures dance in the dark
A sad gray tapestry runs start to end
Concealing the wounds in the wood behind

The quiet whispers of the rain
Soft against the roof
Are alone in their sorrows
Isolated from reality

As I walk towards the porch
My feet fail to touch the floor
And I fall headfirst
Torn downwards
Betrayed by my home