For most people it's a place of retreat
The place of comfort and security
A place to soothe your heart beat
Your own personal place of purity
Not for me, it's a place riddled with grief
My home, the thief
Ghouls and ghosts are given life
The past lurks in the shadows
Haunted dreams conjure up strife
Hopes and potential decompose
Darkness consuming, a constant motif
My home, the thief
Poison pulsing through my veins
Gloomy fatigue my new standard state
Evil forces racking up many gains
My slow demise causing them to salivate
Must confess and take it to the Chief
My home, the thief
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