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[aid] => mick
[title] => Housecleaning
[time] => 2009-11-11 16:14:49
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[bodytext] => The house was built, on anger and rage Over time became a cage The foundation were scars, the doors made of steel The windows had bars, so that I couldn’t feel The walls built to protect me, from the outside And who I let in, would let me keep my pride But over the years, the house was neglected The doors were left open, less people inspected Made bad choices, warnings ignored Security breached, integrity whored The walls became shattered, the doors were blown off Went from living in a fortress to a cardboard loft The doors were transparent, the windows were bare The darkness engulfed me, the roommate despair Get out of my house; take your crap and leave I screamed in my head, but I couldn’t believe The damage that was done, as my life blew apart And the scars in my mind moved onto my heart I haven't cleaned house in a long long time And I suddenly realized that my house was full of grime Reached the break point and my rage came around And I burnt the house and occupants to the ground Burnt down the house, and blew up the street That I lived on for so long and let history repeat A self fulfilling prophesy, my personal scorched earth policy The house left in ashes, and I crawled out alive And rebuilt what was needed, and somehow survived A few years later, and there’s no longer a trace Of when my life almost ended, except for new lines on my face I’m thinking that everything needed to go Because it became a prison, and I could no longer grow The bridges I burned, I didn’t need Because it harbored the sickness, and lies did it breed With the roads and house gone, I can never go back And there’s no more baggage that I can ever unpack Cause it was lost in the fire, and the rage of the day As the wounds have now healed, but never truly go away [comments] => 2 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 48 [informant] => darkscorpio [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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