Under cornflower skies

The house on the hill
that’s been vacant for years
the secret that it keeps
can only be found through my tears

still trapped inside
the walls they hide the pain
keeping me safe and secure
on the edge of insane

Room stained red
it bleeds my filthy sins
slow breath escapes me
dragging me back down again

The house on the hill
hides all of my lies
given the look of comfort
under corn flower skies

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