No Home is a house where bodies pile high from shots that pierce heart and soul
where the shots that are shot are not really shots
but the shit-laced utterances of mouths loathed to soothe
where the bodies that fall are the egos bruised,
and the blood that flows, flows under the bludgeoning of pride,
where the un-mopped, un-moppable floor of Home is perpetually stained with despair
where the heart bleeds with every beat,
and fear lingers in corners and foul play is played out in passageways,
and at the end of day when dark descends;
petrified lonesome hearts cannot rest
for the impending light that brings no light
to a house where poisonous prattle sets putrid corpses a light.
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