House of the Broken

Ink bleeds black down the page
dripping to the floor
With an audible
thump, thump, thump.

A sloppy peace sign
smeared across stained walls.
With cliche words like
Live.Love.Laugh
scribbled hopelessly around.

This world has nothing else to give,
crimson smears turned black with time
remind residence they where once alive.

A broken record
plays songs of inspiration
skipping back on words
meant only to induce suicide.

Burnt orange and golden yellow
shine through dirty windows,
reminders of lives so far away.

But there's no sunshine
for the broken,
and no bleach to wash away the blood.
From lives lived to wild
and memories booze won't wash away.