second house on the left

a lonely street

filled by the meek

silenced muffled of their feet

as they walk along a dark dreary creek

to the second house on the left

a light shines in the attick

minds spark like static

sadness, hatred fills the room

upon their faces a look of gloom

the light flickers, and glows

it dances as the silent winds blow

the chant in almost a low moan

silence sweeps the room

tears spread,

and upon their faces a look of gloom

people stare through their windows

not knowing, not noticing

the difference held..

on a lonely street,

filled by the meek

along the dark dreary creek

were the second house on the left lies

watch the terror and sadness fill their eyes

silence will sweep the room

as the people of the house meet differences doom