Carved Cavities
Decay's Reflection: Crossed Hands Unveil the Haunting Tale
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This house is a window on my family's decay
This house symbolizes the deteriorating state of my family.
A crumbling epitaph erected by myself
It's a decaying memorial created by myself.
In the memory of what lies inside the empty rooms
In memory of what used to fill the empty rooms.
A mere reflection of our depravity
A mere reflection of our moral corruption.
I still remember the days I've spent in my sister's faded ruins
Recalling the time spent in my sister's ruined life.
The traces of her passage are binded by these wall
Traces of her life are bound by these walls.
The self-inflicted poison running through her veins
She inflicted harm upon herself with destructive habits.
She carved a personal prison where she locked herself
She created a personal prison through self-destructive actions.
She sells and resells every little piece of her materiality
Selling and reselling belongings as a coping mechanism.
Rotten by the flames of distress
Her possessions are deteriorating due to emotional distress.
I couldn't measure the magnitude
Unable to quantify the extent of her mental suffering.
Of her mental injury
The profound impact of her mental injuries.
Too young to take responsibility for my mother's defeat
Too young to bear responsibility for my mother's failure.
My father put a veil before his eyes and ran away
My father chose to ignore and escape the family issues.
Leaving my mother to take charge of our dissociation
Leaving my mother to handle our family's disintegration.
We've been living in our rat caves
We've been living in squalor and chaos.
And when she was seeking for an ear
When seeking support, she found herself alone.
She found herself standing before the closed window
Facing closed doors when reaching out for help.
The echoes
The echoes of her plea for help.
The echoes of her call collide
These echoes collide against our indifference.
It collides against our indifference
Colliding against our lack of concern.
Our indifference
Our apathy towards her struggles.
This house is a window on my family's decay
This house remains a symbol of our family's decline.
A crumbling epitaph erected by myself
An aging memorial created by me.
In the memory of what lies inside the empty rooms
In memory of what once filled these empty rooms.
A mere reflection of our depravity
A mere reflection of our moral degradation.
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