Little pink house what are you doing there?
What are you doing there all lively and happy in that gloomy place?
The buildings around you are dark and empty. Places of Hell. Abandoned and forgotten. The sun doesn't shine around there, it's demons are too dark. Too dangerous.
Little pink house don't give up. Don't give in to these terrors, don't lose your life.
It's hard sometimes, being surrounded by the pain and not getting sucked in.
But little pink house you're too innocent, and I can't bear to see another piece of rare innocence die in this horrible world.
It may seem impossible but please don't die. Please. Do it for me.
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PoetryMoments of time captured through writing. {Cover made by @wreckclifford} WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE MAY OCCUR
