Haunted House
Creeping, crawling, braying, bawling
What’s that sound inside my wall?
Scratching, grasping, voices rasping
Through the door I shakily crawl.
Heavy breathing, gasping, writhing
Something grasps and pulls me in.
Screaming, I am somehow diving
Into unknown worlds within.
Shapes and figures make me shiver
What’s this hell that I have found?
Down the dark black Styx, the river
I am floating, now hell-bound.
I am gone from Earth forever
No one knows where I have gone.
Burn the house down so that never
House traps victims, Devil’s pawns.
10/5/2021
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