Black paints the walls in messy splats

Handprints splattered upon handprints

From the open door spills rodents and rats

Colorful flowers wilted to the color of flint

 

I lift up my hand, covered in black

Black paint traveling up my arm

Poison stinging and smacking

I'm aware but with little alarm

 

I saw black layer upon layer

Build itself a home in here

Soon saving was beyond a prayer

And my cries, no one could hear

 

I'll never be sure when I reached that point

When I couldn't go back

But after a while, I didn't see any point

I was damned, and couldn't go back

 

Lifting a flower from a vase

In my hand, it turns to ash

And falling on my dress of once beautiful lace

Now no more useful than trash

 

Looking about my room, I wish I'd been smart

I could've avoided the attack

I opened the door to my heart

And I was beaten, bruised and black