Welcome Home

There's a beast living inside the walls

Of my home

It feasts on misery, and the tears

We muffle in our sleep

But what it particularly likes to eat

Is ice cold fear

It is always hungry, and we are always empty

scrambling to keep it satisfied

I dare not ponder if it ever had my eyes

If its gruesome fangs were once a smile

What is an endless gaping hole that needs needs needs

If not a broken soul who bleeds bleeds bleeds? 

We shrivel up, cold and defeated

Crawling beneath the debris

It hugs our feet and says welcome home

- The cycle of abuse is complete.