Angry tears rain upon abandon houses.
It is here comfort feels at home…most.
Ghastly stairwells replace stubbed toes.
Eerie bulkheads surrounded with infected weeds replaced by the belt and the knee.
Heroic crosses dressed in blood replaced by screams louder than nothingness.
The uneven sunrises and the awkward sunsets.
Cannot you see,
‘they are fractured just like me.’
Fragments and figments of is left…
these are the buildings…
these are the visions…
that understand me best.