The floors creaked and the halls reeked of many things
And this house knew just what hell this dark could really bring
Drunken silhouettes lined the walls staring blameless straight ahead
Mouthing bad words backwards of everything this house has said
Toy clowns make sounds that only this house could hear
The little girl who lived inside knew
But the others were unaware
Because her eyes saw thing they didn’t
Then the image would disappear
Mom, dad and little girl walked quietly down the halls
Shadows stared pointing fingers
From behind these haunted walls
The air is cold
The wind is strong
Inside this haunted house
The little girl heard every word
But to the visitors
This house stood quiet as a mouse
Mummified tombs
And vacant rooms
Consumed this haunted house
The stench became stronger
Straight from its haunted mouth
And when she tried to warn others that things were not all clear
They looked at her
Patted her head
And brushed her off as weird
The things the walls would tell her
They often cried out loud
She covered her ears
Shook her head real hard
The words were not for a child
I knew the house was black
But the visitors would say…
What a pretty color blue
I looked at them with tainted thoughts
And just pretended everyone else knew
The things this house would tell me
So shaken by its pain
As I got older…
I started to believe everyone but me was sane
I looked at visitors with squinted eyes
Paranoid by their smiles
I made mental notes of each visitor
And planted them in my haunted files
Their evil grins confused me
Like actors, I watched them take their place
While some blended with the walls
It was hard to hide their face
I told this house to leave me
And stop talking in my ear
No matter how hard I tried
The walls I could still hear
We moved and I was so happy
But the wall where still the same
The haunted house had followed me
And I was unprepared for these fucking games
I met the next door neighbor
A boy about my age
I seen the faces peer at me
Beyond his twisted rage
He had something trapped
He held it close
He kept it in a cage
I knew I had to be dreaming
Please turn this FuCking page!!
I asked him what it was
He said his haunted house
But there was nothing in that cage
But just a simple mouse
I couldn’t make him see
What he believed was really their
I looked at him
Shook my head
And brushed him off as weird
We look from different lenses
And it’s hard to find the truth
After meeting this boy
I knew it was time
To do some construction on this haunted roof
It’s frightening to believe that…
I was my haunted house
I silenced the walls
They cannot speak
I WROTE away their mouth
The sun could not penetrate these dark and hollow walls
I try not to answer even when the voices call
Now, the cries are still here
But muffled and not so clear
A lot of the things the house said to me
Was really hard to fucking hear
The meds help tame the thoughts
And the voices from the walls
The house is not that scary
But really very small
The walls are really angry
I suppose because I am FREE
I now know
That this haunted house
All along was really ME
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