Hidden & Bitten

The house was once bright
It’s rooms
With its walls and floors
Were flooded with light.
The doors were unlocked
The windows had a view
Everything was so new

If only I knew
The things I could do
In a house
So light
So bright
And so new.

A year crept by
Or maybe it was five
The house doesn’t feel so alive
Anymore.
Sometimes I lock the door
And lose the key
And sometimes I see shadows crawl
On my bedroom wall
These days I struggle to see
The view
And the trees
Which slowly die
In front of me
For the windows have grown tired
Their eyelids half closed
Slowly falling deep
In sleep

If only I saw
The world a little more
If only I saw
Something more
Than empty halls
And dusty floors.

I don’t want to stay in this house
Anymore
Stay away
I pray to those who come too near
This house is a place to fear
So please don’t come too close
To this haunted house

I hear moaning through these walls
Words of discontent
Which echo around
Inside my head

I have felt the Dracula’s bite
Felt the hope
Drain away from my body
Throughout the night

I see ghosts
Wandering these halls
Distasteful reminders of regret
Dead but yet
So alive
They survive
So I can never
Forget.

These nights I sleep with the covers over my head
Because I know the dead
Are coming from under my bed.
They want to drive me insane
To gnaw and nibble and dribble
Upon my brain.

Am I a fool
To run from the ghoul
Who licks its lips
Like a cat
About to attack
The helpless mouse inside this house?
It knows this place
And it quickens its pace
With every drop of doubt
I sweat.

When did I become the prey
Within my own home?
Will I ever find a place to lay
A place to pray
In peace?
Piece by piece
I will pull down these walls
Thrust open these doors
And leave.

This house has been my home
For too long
I was wrong when I said
If only I knew
The things I could do
In a house
So light
So bright
And so new.

A house is nothing but a point on a map
A quick place to nap
Before we wake and make
Another large leap deep
Into discomfort

A house does not grow.
And it does not throw
Opportunity in your direction.
So don’t be slow.
To let go.

Don’t be slow to throw
Yourself outside.
Go.
The doors are open wide.

Touch

True love touches the heart.

True lust touches every other part.

A little less chaos…

Imagine the sound of a thousand gunshots

exploding in one small room.

Imagine the damage to its walls

as the bullets ricochet indefinitely

in different directions.

Eventually a wall will break

and a bullet will escape

leaving a mark upon the surrounding landscape.

Now there is a little less noise

a little less chaos

inside this room.

Monsters

I use to think that monsters hid

under the bed

but now i hear them growling

inside my head.

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Broken glass

Broken glass

is softened

by the sands

of time.

If i was a song…

If i was a song,

would you be too busy dancing

to understand

my heartbeat?

 

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Looking For a Place to Swim

When I look for a place to swim,

it is never one friendly or inviting,

but one rather dim.

For when I swim,

my mind will always win.

Swim in the shallow near the shore

they say, but I know for sure

I’ll be going somewhere so much more

Deep.

Where waves don’t sleep,

And the ground can’t grasp my feet.

For when I swim,

my mind will always win.

Feel the pressure against my skull,

as I sink,

a broken hull.

Why can I never find the right place

to swim?