Death

DEATH HAS FOUND ITS HOME

I live in a place called home where one is an enemy of another.
A place called home, yet what one feels is hate and lonliness.

The music of the place produces nothing, only violence and hate.
I live where violence is all that matters.
A place where one’s voice is never heard.

A place where each and everyone has lost a soul.
It’s a place I can call hell, A place I can call prison.
A place where one loses her mind and soul.
A place where I’ve lost myself not once, not twice but a thousands times.

This place has killed a lot, yet no one wishes to leave it.
This place is a place we can all call hell, A place where death has found its home.