Hell of Brick and Mortar

The maggots on the counter,
There's feces on the floor,
Theres termites in the floorboards
And demons banging on the door.

The pipes are frozen and bursting,
The fuses all have blown,
This hell of brick and mortar,
Supposedly her home.

The corpse is in the freezer,
Her mother on the phone,
The skeletons are wailing,
She wants to be alone.

The spiders all have children,
There's beetles in the bed
She wants to fucking off herself,
To put a bullet in her head.

She's supposed to come for Christmas,
Or anytime at that,
But she's too busy in her mind,
Having an attack.

Everything is dying,
The flowers all decayed,
She thinks a second would be better,
Than one more decade.

She cant breathe, She's drowning,
In water thin as air,
But when you see her shaking frame,
She isn't even there.