The Truth Behind Words [Dark Poems ONLY]

The house

If we look in the same direction,
You can't see me.
If we look at the mirror,
You can never be me.
If we look at each other's eyes,
You can't understand me.

The old story never gets heard,
The pictures on the wall are the past.
The dust are the details of the souls.
The blood is the reminder of the wicked.
The door is the key to the isolation.
The moans are nothing but the old bones.
The skeletons are the weak in despair

Every step,
Breath,
look,
scream,
Blood,
Moan,
Drone!
Are nothing but your weakness;
your fearful body in the cage of the haunted...