The House In the Sky
the house at the end of the street
is the coolest thing i've ever seen
creepy and bizarre, it's empty and dark
i'm too afraid to see all of its parts
i wanna go inside but it doesn't look welcome
so i'm gonna leave it to the imagination
the house at the end of the street
its lights keep turning on, staring at me
maybe i'm just going crazy
or maybe the resident it's asking for is me
it feels too real for me to question myself
i'll stand in the street and pay no mind to anything else
the house at the end of the street
its attic light flickered and then went to sleep
but i thought it was begging for me
this calls for investigation, my friends are screaming for me
but i stand there thinking about the promise i'd made to myself
i'll stand in the street and pay no mind to anything else
the house at the end of the street
stopped shining when i needed a warning
'cause the man in the car behind me stopped
and asked me for my name
and i told him something fake, my little creation
sometimes you gotta leave it to the imagination
he took me for a ride
to a place in the sky called cloud nine
thought i was falling 'til i saw what was mine
a creepy house with a shining attic light
it was all a dream, the house in the sky
it was just a house in the sky
the house and the car, they are both so dark
the neighbors are much brighter
so i'm gonna take my lighter
and set this f*cker on fire
i've always kept my secrets in the night
so i can hide this one, right?
i saw the man's body float up in the form of smoke
while his ashes fell like snowflakes
the car was much better-looking charred
everything's much better-looking scarred
and the fire crawled slowly towards the house
along the clouds and beneath the sun
its attic eye had went to sleep as it desired
but the attic eye was shining, now, with fire
well the house woke up, the house just talked
maybe i'm losing my mind
it told me that it loved its ghosts
and it couldn't take the smoke
it loved me all along, this little dream of mine
i killed my home, up in cloud nine
you'd think i'd sob, you'd think i'd cry
well i just smiled 'cause it felt f*cking divine
Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2017
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