Earth Groans - The Estate

I’ve stared these walls down for hours,
Ive watched cracks in the plaster as they crawl the wall
encouraged by the stirring, in foundations,
brought by the changes of the elements
i hung the paintings oh so strategically
trying to mask the imperfections from the naked eye
like makeup to mask the signature of time
i beg my countious not to speak of what it has seen or what it knows
erase the past behind these walls, erase the past
but the rafters weep at the rain,
floor boards bend like a crooked spine
muttering gossips at each step they die to tell
a stench of mold permeates out from its hiding place now
walls insulated with spite, abuse, addictions
problems i’m too afraid to face alone
bodies i’ve locked in with bitterness
the ones who hurt, the ones that said i couldn’t be what i wanna be
doors open i can never close,
the structure shifting, everything is swayed
ill keep a fresh coat on the outer skin
a set of wax plants on the front porch,
those who pass by this old estate,
well they will never know,
well isn’t that the name of this old game
a FRAUD, mislead by false by appearance
loved ones, drifters wait outside ,
forgotten are the times i welcomed people in, through these doors
how much longer will the monotonous words hold their ground
everything is just fine,
but now my world is shaking,
and out of the cracks the snakes creep out, exposing my rot
i’m not as strong as i make you believe,
as a matter of fact beneath the skin i am crumbling
like the incision to separate the infection from tissue
oh carpenter, renovate the old, so whats old can become new