The soul

On the house there is a door
through the door there are stairs
up the stairs there is a room
in the room there is a soul
inside the soul is pure hatred
beside the hatred there is complete loneliness
with the loneliness there come tears
and from the tears come the thought
around the thought is the stink of death
but on the death there is the soul
while the soul is in the room
which is up the stairs
which is in the door of the soul who lost a lover