A Book of Poems Vol.1

Knocking in the Walls

He's here, I thought

Thought? You knew

Yes, I knew

Fool
We knew
We can hear him

Yes, I know
The sound
It's
Agonizing

The sound is a song

A song we wrote ourselves,
Yes

You know
We did this

Yes, I know
We know
It was us

He'll never leave
Poor boy
I pity him

Why?
It was us
That brought him here

I know,
We were the ones
Who led him to his doom

Yet still
You pity him

Because he must suffer
That is why
I pity him

He suffers at our hand

He does not suffer
He suffered
He is dead now

That can't be
We can still here him

Can we?

His cries can be heard
From the wall
The banging
The knocking
The-

The screaming?

The
The screaming
He is still here
He must be

No
He is dead

No!
He is here!
Can't you hear it?
The knocking in the walls
The screams
that curdle blood

I can not

What?

Only you hear them
You killed him
He's haunting you now

We killed him!

No
You killed him
I am you
Or a part of you

Then why
are you talking
back to me?

Because you choose to hear me
I'm just a voice
Just like the dead boy

No
No!
I hear you!
I hear him too!
The crying
The heart breaking crying!
The screaming
The horrible screaming!
The banging
The loud banging!
The knocking!
The continuous
Never-ending
Knocking!
The knocking!
The goddamn knocking inside the walls!

He's gone
Dead
But here
Here to haunt you
Remind you what you did
He's haunting you
His spirit is living in the walls
He'll haunt you forever
He is dead
You killed him
Left him in the wall

Yes

You killed him

I
I killed him
I
Killed
Him