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I like shiny things, I'm very superficial.

Our House Of Horror~para

I’m at a loss as I fall
To my knees and scream to what lies beyond
The skies
What lies beyond the walls
Of this house you’ve built for us…



I hear your cries shack­led
In a room far below
Stir­ring the dust on my chains
As I rant and rave in defi­ance
To these blood-encrusted cuffs meant not to drain
The life cours­ing through my veins
But my will…
My will to escape…



The dark­ness bub­bles before my eyes
Stained in the deep­est red
For it’s all that I see
Derid­ing the light of truth
That I will never be free of this house
Of your cries
That I can never assuage…



Music down the hall seeks
To nul­lify
To tem­per my fevered brow
But it only lends eerie to hor­ri­fied
Lends ques­tion to fear
For now
Is the only moment my life can grasp…



Upon bruised and scabbed knees
I hang
Arms splayed in a mock cross
Bleed­ing from the inside out
Too many years resid­ing in the dark
A noc­tur­nal wisp of a soul
Sac­ri­ficed
For your free­dom…



Free­dom you never embraced.



©Jen2010 2–8

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One Response to “Our House Of Horror~para” »

  1. oddpoet1 Says:

    You paint… Though blood lines your palette, how can there be beauty in hor­ror? Yet, you make it so…

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