The dilapidated home That isn't so sweet Seems to always have the most Extravagant Welcome mat That money couldn't afford In that placement You lose hope From cabinet doors Only placed to hold back The rats That always manage To open them up again In the race of instinct Flight takes the lead Against it's adversary That would die to stand and fight If he wasn't already And with such inquisitive steps That ring like sirens Every time you try to hide Secrets beneath their floorboards It never is a surprise How much gossip Their hungry mouths are fed Through the wedding bed sounds That were never given the ceremony Contradicting laughter shuts to Absolute silence Or the closest thing that could be achieved Light bulbs left to burn out And bathtubs left to overfill While vanity Vacuums attention And shows how disgusting The gazer has become And from all the hopes of Washing it all off The guilt The shame From the lovers game Of lies and deceits The water leaves a cherry red stain As a small reminder That god Is only trying to save himself From us. Entrances intended on being forgotten Tip toeing through church doors Hoping god won't notice Those too scared to come clean And the only confession that is made Are locked in the rooms That harbor more sin Than all others before today A theater mask Plays the puppet master Leading the lost on the left turn That was never intended To the car cash That was somehow not penciled in today Entrances made unnoticed Run through the cemeteries Trying to reach out To say all that they couldn't before Amidst the weeping lovers Kept in darkness And if they only knew the truth... As cinnibar curtains close The audience praises to be alive So they may take it for granted All over again.