There is an abandoned house in a rich neighborhood
It's out of place but no one bothers to get rid of it.
Not much to see, not much to do inside the decaying walls
Many stones had passed through its windows, quickening the slow internal destruction.
It was ugly and hopeless, decided by the youth of the neighbourhood, this was the designated
place for rat breeding and moments of teenage lust. Many people passed by the house, made
plans of renovation, shared their ideas of making use of it but quickly giving up after estimating
the damage cost.
One passerby, a teenager appeared to be different,
she had a vision for repairing the crumbling walls.
She replaced the shattered windows, planted roses in the yard
Fresh lemon paint dripped down the walls.
The house was alive, it was the remainder of a broken soul.
Over a year many things happened in the house
There were arguments, parties, heartbreak and fire
A raging party was held in the damaged but slightly improved house
Plastic cups suffocated the lungs of the house
Teenage bodies joined together behind locked doors, moments of blind emotion all for a minute
of glory, and a lifetime of regret.
More harmful than smoke, lust filled the lungs of the house. The squatter invited her plastic
lover to stay
Slowly but surely the paint on the walls began to fade With every desire to join their plastic
bodies
Each meaningless "i love you"
Broken and bloodied, yellow walls began to drip red.
Wooden frames that had seen stability began to shake until the walls collapsed
It seemed so sudden to the tenants, lover and squatter, they had not noticed the pieces of the
ceiling falling, roses dying in the yard, as they were too selfish to notice anything other than their
temporary happiness.
"I do hate this house" declared the lover
"I do think it is charming still" the squatter argued
"There is no reason to fix what cannot be fixed" chided the lover
With those words the house crumbled
The lover struck a match, the squatter winced but remained silent
She cocked her head and raised her eyebrows, smirking as she threw the lit match
Flames gently kissed the walls, melting the windows and eating the furniture It was warm but
painful, Hellfire and heaven sent at once.
Was this the feeling that everyone lusted for? Gave up their goodness for?
