Every Broken Window by Choronzon

I've built my own abandoned home,
On a mount of wishful thinking,
Its busted locks of busted trust,
Leave anguish doors free swinging,

Thus it weighs upon my dreams,
A foundation meant to crumble,
Surrounded by a blackened fence,
And little lifeless brambles,

It overlooks a lake of shame,
And meadows of disgrace,
Their lonely roads lead only here,
Like ribbons interlaced,

Walk inside its single room,
Overwhelm yourself with sorrow,
Blood, sweat, and tears scar all the walls,
And every broken window.