This land

This home
This place of wonder
That all my demons
Have torn asunder

This decadent place
This timeless torment
Where all I've had
Becomes a haven't

Where helpless cries
Are the only sound
And all are meat
For Hell's own hound

This land
This home
This place of strife

This life

How does your life feel to you? Are you happy with it? Do you feel you've been torn apart and scattered over a barren landscape? Or are you building anew on the bones and ashes of your past, having beaten the demons into submission and come out of the battle so much stronger?