Follow It Home

There lies a house
at the end of the road.
Dying trees line the path
and follow you home.

Where the flowers wilt
and the leaves crumble and bleed.
Where the sun is fearful
and hides amid the fog.

Once lived a man
who only left at night.
Walked down the road
splattered with blood.

Creep up slowly
behind his prey.
Silence their voices
and blind their eyes.

Feet disturb the leaves
and draw lines in the dirt.
To further mark the path
so you can follow it home.

Author's Note

Not the best but I hope you like it anywho.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

I'll try and avoid that path home. Thanks for the warning :-)

[SheActsLikeSummer]

Ha ha. :) No prob.