Horrible HouseA Poem by Death's PoetThere'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.
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Added on March 21, 2018 Last Updated on March 21, 2018 Author
Death's PoetThe Asylum I call my MindAboutWelcome to my poetic diary. I use this website to pour out my emotions and as a creative outlet. I started writing when I was very young and have been in love with it since. I struggle with a lot of d.. more..Writing
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