Architecture

My exterior is is a house in shambles

My interior is a crazy man’s rambles

The architecture is falling apart

My walls need repainting

Yet my fenced are stronger than ever

Keeping them out and me in

My exterior is an unused shed

It has no purpose

My interior is dark with bloodshed

Blood from me

Blood from others,

And the bleeding heart

My interior houses demons with names you’ve never heard of

Because they are in no religion

The architecture is brand new and modern

But then again it is unstable

They don’t make ’em like they used to

Houses are people

There are rows and rows of cookies

Fresh out of the cutter

And then there are the

Weirdos

The freak shows

The old haunted mansion on the other side of the road

That’s me

I ain’t no cookie cutter house

I am strange but I’m not afraid

My pride is all I have and it’s clinging to the skin of my teeth

There is no skin on your teeth

My pride is gone,

Slipped away

Because of a flaw in a simple phrase

Hardwood floors rotting

Walls crumbling

Yet my fences remain

No one comes in

And no one leaves.