The Old House Behind Your Mansion

'cause there's no redemption where I've come from

The  old house behind your mansion -

a church for your redemption.

I still pass by that place,

memories of your past.

You've always been a sinner.

You borrowed your aura

from the devil himself.

The floor of your soul

still blood stained.

Why kill your God?

Why? When he placed redemption

right in your neighborhood.

In the old house behind your mansion.

I still pass by that place,

You mansion still smells of blood.

The mirror still holds the reflection

of the dark in your eyes.

The leaves still shiver

when they say your name.

Why be the cold?

Why? When summer bore you.

You were born,

not in the mansion

but in the old house

where you ought to return.

To seek redemption,

to collect your ashes

and sink them in your soul.

-8th November, 2013

6:36 p.m

Reviews

[Cody Williams]

Nice write! I enjoyed reading it!

-CW

[s y e]

I think your idea is good but you've not got in perfect, I think you need a little work.... I get it a little but think you could improve. Nice one though.

[Leslie Philibert]

Nice write, the central image confuses me a bit with an old house behind a mansion, maybe this idea needs some work, a good write.

[~ Twilight~]

i can feel the cold agony coming out of every word.its deep.tyranny is always blind to redemption.that's how it has always been.lovely write:-)