Horrible House

Horrible House

A Poem by Death's Poet

There's scratches on the front door
Blood smeared across the halls
Broken glass filling the sink
Constant banging on the walls

The carpet is torn and matted
Curtains are ripped to a shred
Windows covered in cracks
Mysterious stains cover the bed

The bathtub cries rust
Lights flicker and sway
The oven won't turn on
Paintings faded into gray 

The grass on the lawn is dead
The car will only sputter and grind
"Where is this horrible place?" you ask
Why, welcome to my mind.

© 2018 Death's Poet


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