Haunted House
There’s a place I go
A haunted house
Alone in the woods
Nobody seems to go but me
The fear inside
Is not of shrieks and screams
It’s a different kind
Of fright
When I go to this place
I become trapped
In the mind of a corpse
That can only move
And barely breathe
While this place has no agony
There is no joy
no feeling at all.
Only an engulfing numbness
That makes you ache
For pain
The longer I stay here
The longer I think
I will never escape
I will be trapped
In this soulless body
Forever
But as evening approaches,
I find my way out
And I can leave the haunted house
On the condition
I return the next morning.
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