The house crambles

Pain that you inflicted me. Was worse than the scorching sun. The peace that stood with pride. Shakes with utter fear in the mad house . You called it paranoia. But my eyes saw what your foolishness will lead to. You let her lead with a leash. Make you bark at her command. Yet you still believe your pants that you wear Should be still intact. With our separation nearing. Her love wavered as she saw all was gone. Inflicting pain to yourself and children you swore you adore. You dug your own grave. So your shall as well sink in it