The Murder HouseA Poem by Mariah Lynn ThompsonI finally finished this one I know I left out a lot but seriously I can't write about every little detail lol Any way if you didn't know by now it's based of season 1 of American Horror Story
The Murder House, the Murder House
They're trapped inside the murder house. "You're going to die in there," the little girl did declare If you'd like to stay forever, Come and take a seat. If you're smart and if you're clever, The others, you can meet If you die inside these walls, And die you surely will, You get to roam the empty halls, Which are actually quite filled The beauty of the old house belies, The horrors it contains inside. At night you might hear the cries, Of those who in this house reside. The young maid, the old maid. Deep inside the ground she laid. For the men, her looks would not fade, And with them she liked to play. Face painted like a skull, He walls.onto the battlefield. A disheveled devil, He did not know he had killed. The crying woman driven to fits, Over her stolen baby, Returned to her in pieces and bits, And stitched back together by daddy. The acrimonious couple of lovers, Would never produce a child. And likely when one discovered this would absolutely go wild. They were done away with in the end, Because a child this house needs. The disheveled devil, on this tends, And a struggling actor bleeds. Twins conceived; each one, different dad. Everyone in the house do please at the news. One alive for the neighbor, one dead for the woman so sad. But babies cry to much, the woman wasn't amused. No nanny to take crying babies away, So mother stepped in and took him back. She died giving birth, in the house to stay. The whole family died, now they were trapped. Evil lurks in the walls and halls, And an antichrist grows up next door. I pity the next bunch who might fall For the charm of the house, and it's unique decor. The little girl who declared death in the home Died outside of it in a terrible end. But she told the seer she was happy not to roam Inside of the Murder House: instead she could ascend. © 2018 Mariah Lynn Thompson |
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Added on March 10, 2018 Last Updated on March 10, 2018 AuthorMariah Lynn ThompsonSmyrna, TNAboutMy name is Mariah. I'm 25 years old and I've been writing as long as I could write. It's my way of coping with and escaping life. If you want to get to know me better just talk to me (: more..Writing
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