Unfinished literature#3
There is a house between the trees. A house so huge, so tempting and impure. With a poised state it fits right in... With the deep mountains and creepy stale trees. But that creepy old house keeps thrashing around... It's perfect exterior hides the chaos inside. The demons stop by, ringing the bell, I open the door and welcome their stay. Oh how I hate this house that keeps feeding on me... Taking a piece of me daily. As if a protein bar it bites into my soul enjoying my fuming, burning soul. Oh dear, what have I done! Have I let too many demons in? Have I let them rule me as they wish? Were they the only ones with power? Why did I let myself cower?
@hanna1221
There is a house between the trees. A house so huge, so tempting and impure. With a poised state it fits right in... With the deep mountains and creepy stale trees. But that creepy old house keeps thrashing around... It's perfect exterior hides the chaos inside. The demons stop by, ringing the bell, I open the door and welcome their stay. Oh how I hate this house that keeps feeding on me... Taking a piece of me daily. As if a protein bar it bites into my soul enjoying my fuming, burning soul. Oh dear, what have I done! Have I let too many demons in? Have I let them rule me as they wish? Were they the only ones with power? Why did I let myself cower?
@hanna1221