Every time it's the same:
A place like a house
With grey walls and dull floors
To suck your soul from your feet.
A house but not a home,
Just a hollow shell,
Eating us all alive,
But these houses are always vacant,
Begging for just one more guest,
And the monsters are always watching
With critical eyes
And sharpened talons,
Ready to eat you alive.
They drug you and drag you
Away... away... away,
And then they feast.
Oh how they feast
On your numbed out brain
And bloody, bloody heart.
But soon you're a shell,
Just like everyone before,
And the monster is done.
So you'll leave the house
As nothing, nothing, nothing.
I read the warnings, saw the signs,
And still I pull myself forward
Into the haunted house.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
