Dearest of Home

A poem about my home environment when I was just a child.

 

Dearest of Home

My dearest of home, now you are alone,

Once phantomis dreams who turned me to stone.

You took in the weak to silence them all,

With whispers whom weep your devilish crawl.

My dearest of home, now you are alone.

My dearest home, do you still have my cell?

The fiery place which brought me to hell?

Or to old, to weak, time has been to fast,

Could it be, your torture can no longer last?

My dearest home, your no longer alone!

The doomer before can now once begin.

Change of your color bright once again

Attracting the lonely, a god loving sin.

For the devil you are, my dearest home,

Torture these souls till they are alone!