Haunted

Warning: I hate this piece. I promised myself, however, that I would not leave anything out based on my own judgements of its quality. It would defeat the entire purpose of doing this at all.

This haunted house, these rooms of ruin

So quiet

No wind-howl screams of tragic fire,

Nor spectral images of pain or loss.

Here the air is thick with unfulfilled desire, 

the cloying wet of sex and madness,

the panic of the lost.

Nothing left but hatred here,

A bemused derangement that can love only what it kills-

Kill whatever it loves.

Save this place from frenzied terror,

Give it over to its own lustful burning-

Let the exorcism be one of blood and fire,

Stop the spinning of the spiders,

Let the lights go out-

Send to hell this broken mind.

Reviews

[deeps]

I don't see why you hate this piece,
I think it's quite brillant really!
Misery and broken pieces of life that clutter is what I get from this.
I like this. It's like feeding the fire with fuel and dimming it out.
I think it's quite wonderful.