House Of Dread

Welcome and kindly watch your step/

The violence stopped but the silence hasn’t finished being awkward yet/

And remember, I warned you before you stepped through the doors/

My voice may disappear but the choice was always yours/

As you walk I wonder, are you here to confuse me?/

Abuse my welcome with seldom interest and then lose me…/

However in our adventure please don’t venture into the dark rooms/

The darkness is too strong and if you stay for too long you’ll face a stark doom/

The red stains in the glass is the pains that won’t pass or wash away/

I am forced to see them course through my mind each and every day/

Don’t look in the mirror, you wouldn’t see clearer if it was painted in black/

As I’m speaking, I’m having a hard time keeping the demons from stabbing you in the back/

Don’t look at me like I’m deranged, it’s such a strange incident/

I, like God, am not so nice, I do not roll dice and don’t trust coincidence/

So please don’t stand near me, I feel so weary from the battle/

As all of me falls all I can hear is the walls rattle/

I built this house to keep the demons out/

But I doubt it was strong enough, I can only whisper, I can’t shout/

I can’t live without the peace, but the demons won’t release me from the cage/

Helplessly I rage, as I have no strength to even turn the page/

It’s such a mess, what had been my fortress is now my prison/

I ask you to keep away, don’t speak today, demons won’t listen to reason/

Have no fear, for the bathtub is filled with tears of my mother/

But it hardly instills dread when you consider the dead body in it is my father/

Try not to fall off the ceiling, trying to kill my feelings is what I consider fun time/

Don’t look now, but somehow I think I scared away the sunshine/

Hope didn’t fare as well and with a final farewell it left/

Without hope it feels haunted, but nobody wanted it so I can’t call it theft/

Don’t chase it though, you’ll only fail, hold on as I drink out of this Holy Grail and catch my breath/

Don’t pick the deck with the black card, or we’ll have to go to the backyard and play tag with Death/

I have to mention, if the cuckoo clock asks a riddle, don’t fiddle, just surrender/

Don’t ask for a rematch, you’re not even it’s match and I’m not a contender/

And I want you to know, I only invited you cause I didn’t think you would show/

I thought you’d be brave when you met the slave of his flow/

The pictures and scriptures on walls aren’t just for decorations/

I have to mention that if you pay close attention you’ll notice the deformations/

They’re memories of my enemies, some were kind, some were mean/

I’m glad I had will to pull me through, I’ll kill you too if you get in-between/

I’ve been with them all toe to toe, blow for blow/

They are just images of our past scrimmages that I now show/

Turn your face but don’t look at the trophy case, it’s full of mistakes/

Each trophy is marked with a failure, I’m sure there’s also some hate/

Don’t stick your head into the Chinas and under the bed, it’s full of unfinished ideas/

Dead ideals, don’t come any closer because I think they can see us/

I threw them out, but I doubt they’ll ever forget/

Don’t you assume too, they will consume you as the closer you get/

I think they have our scent, thank you for all the time that you lent, now dive/

Don’t worry about my lost glory, just get out alive/

Here, take this rhyme along, I hope you’re strong enough to endure it/

And remember to never surrender, the last words of the lone poet/

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