Here in my darkness I am calling .
I am falling.
The heat in your stare helps to ruin me.
There is no salvation from what I have become.
What you have created.
This prison is cold.
I wont leave it though its all I know.
I see you .
Hiding , changing it into someplace I cant recognize.
Well, I don't know how to start. But it sounds kind of ironic with the whole house and murder and all, but besides that great poem. It was a little short, but in a way that helped it out more. So far I'd give this poem a 8.9 out of 10. Keep the poems coming.