The walls crumble in defeat,
The bricks tumble, indiscreet,

The foundations bow under the weight,
The heart of the house filled with hate,

Walls crushed under the strength of the flood,
Crimson paint drips down like blood,

The garden drowned from the wave of depression,
A spirit perished by the caged aggression,

The roof caved in from all the tension,
A mirror in the bathroom cowers with apprehension,

The house sinks into the unforgiven ground,
Awaiting years to be found.