Hand painted walls and flimsy floor,
French windows and metallic door,
Witnessed our ups and downs,
Perceived our secrets and battle plans.
We started as strangers from somewhere
Like wanderers coming from nowhere.
We built our empire made of trust.
We scrawled our dreams in pixie dust.
As time passed and life evolved,
Our realm collapsed, quivered, trembled.
Truth turned into dagger of disguise,
Faith became scalpel of feverish lies.
Soul heavily wounded and tormented,
Bond totally wrecked and lamented,
Madness, treachery and folly,
Scurvy mementos inflicted on me.
So I decamped and I will not be back here again
In this white bungalow of pain.
And I will never ever forget
This abominable place of regret.
