It’s been made for business and efficiency leaving out light and warmth.
Its like the cold outside this house.
And the people in it are frostbitten with angst, loneliness and sadness.

I can hear everything going on in this house.
Yet somehow that just exacerbates its cold isolation. 
Its split up and the only time people speak to eachother is when they have to.
I’d burn it down if I could and move away.
Maybe into a nice warm cottage.
And we’d be a better family there, I know that to be true.

But we’re tethered to its presence.
Always making a return.
Forgetting the past in an instant, of warmth and unity.
To live day by day alone depressed angry and with beaten down purity.