The Love and Horror Here

Haunted House

It's not my home,
It never was,

This place so plagued with shadows

And shadows of promises

Forcing me to linger and listen

As I wait my turn to leave.

It's not my home

A home is not a place to fear

Being eaten by the walls themselves,

Digested by some ghoulish fiend

Calling itself your safety, your solace

In trying times.

It's not my home

It's not my friend

It's a whisper floating through the mist,

Telling me lies about myself

In vain, in fear I'll leave it behind at last,

So is my dearest wish

To escape its raking claws.

It's not my home

It strips away at my soul, day by day,

Tearing me down until I'm but a whisper of nothing,

A no one compared with its vastness

A single microbe compared with the cosmos;

It's not my home

But it may become my coffin.