Sunday, July 12, 2009
It doesn't take long to set in, the smell of smoke. In truth, you see, we've been burning down this place for years- just to build it again. Walls rusted, and the floor boards coming up. You'd think at some point, we would have said enough, but, we didn't and we won't. We just carry on regardless, living each day waiting for the next escape, only to turn it down. 'Cause we've come so far, from what this place used to be. Walls painted with blood, floors stained with sweat, and for as long as I've been here, it's still not home to me ..