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.