no one walks happily
in this house of mine
all we need,
a miracle divine.
slow fade the smiles
goes away the light
only silence,
desolation tonight
all spirits run screaming,
in this house of mine
fiends and swarms
giving grotesque signs.
fast moving shadows,
the vampire's bite
what darkness,
in which, we take no delight
they do speak thinly,
in this house of mine,
calm and cool
in the corners of time
eating the thoughts up,
back into the fright
all guilty conscience
a feeling, trite.
i whisper silently,
in this house of mine
my screams forgot,
the poisonous vine.
quickly against me
a venemous sight
storm clouded memories
too distorted to fight. |