Rotten walls

Yeah… the air’s thick, it’s poison in this place.

Every corner whispers your lies.

And I’m done swallowing it.

You walk in like the sun, but it’s only smoke,

Every word dripping venom, every promise broke.

I live in the shadow of your selfish parade,

And every step you take, this house decays.

The dishes pile, the floors groan under your mess,

Your laughter is a knife — carving my distress.

A storm in heels, tornado in a dress,

You’re chaos incarnate, and I can’t rest.

I’m watching the walls rot, the ceilings drip,

Every room holds your fingerprints like a whip.

You don’t see me, but I see it all,

Your empire of garbage is about to fall.

Rotten walls, you breathe my air,

Tyrant of this home, I swear beware.

I’m not your audience, I’m not your stage,

I’ll burn your kingdom, tear your cage.

You steal the calm like a thief in the night,

Turn peace to ashes, turn love to fright.

Favoritism in your eyes, cruelty in your veins,

A hurricane laughing while it leaves the stains.

I’ve got fire in my veins, I’ve got teeth in my jaw,

I’m the reckoning coming for every flaw.

You’ll choke on your empire, you’ll taste your deceit,

And I’ll be the one standing when you face defeat.

Every lie, every stunt, every petty little scheme…

The world won’t shield you, karma’s coming clean.

I’m not hiding my rage, I’m not hiding my scorn,

You’re the plague in my house — now feel the storm.

Rotten walls, you breathe my air,

Tyrant of this home, I swear beware.

I’m not your audience, I’m not your stage,

I’ll burn your kingdom, tear your cage.

The walls remember everything, the floors know your name…

And when I’m gone, you’ll only have the blame.

---