The Estate - Earth Groans

I’ve stared these walls down for hours

I’ve watched cracks in the plaster as they crawl the wall Encouraged by the

stirring, in foundations

Brought by the changes of the elements

I hung the paintings oh so strategically

Trying to mask the imperfections from the naked eye

Like makeup to mask the signature of time

I beg my conscious not to speak of what it has seen

Or what it knows

Erase the past behind these walls, erase the past

But the rafters weep at the rain

Floorboards bend like a crooked spine

Muttering gossips at each step they die to tell

A stench of mold permeates out from its hiding place now

Walls insulated with spite, abuse, addictions

Problems I’m too afraid to face alone

Bodies I’ve locked in with bitterness

The ones that hurt

The ones that said that I couldn’t be what I want to be

Doors open I can never close

Everything is swayed I’ll keep a fresh coat on the outer skin

A set of wax plants on the front porch

Those who pass by this old estate

Well they will never know Well isn’t that the name of this old game

A fraud, mislead by false by appearance

Loved ones, drifters wait outside

Forgotten are the times I welcomed people in through these doors How much

longer will the monotonous words hold their ground Everything is just fine

But now my world is shaking

And out of the cracks the snakes creep out

Exposing my rot I’m not as strong as I make you believe

As a matter of fact, beneath the skin I am crumbling

Like the incision to separate the infection from tissue

Oh carpenter, renovate the old so what’s old can become new