Stumbling around my house,  
wondering if it was ever even mine. 
While building my home I made one terrible decision.

Now, I live in a haunted house of my own errors. 
I invited in a demon with no mercy or soul. 
She took everything I loved and destroyed it in front of my eyes. 

Leaving me,
with the memory of her laughter echoing off the hard surfaces in the rooms. 

The day she arrived,  
I observed as pieces of me got torn off the walls. 
My pictures, my carefully selected pieces of furniture,  
and the clock my grandma hung over the fireplace before she died. 
She took everything when she moved out. 

The devil left nothing behind, 
as she roared through my life like a fucking tornado. 
Leaving me with nothing….  
except my naive dream of never seeing her again.