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 Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 9:19 pm
In a house so dim, so dark, there lies a grotesque monster so grim to which only fools hark;
in the darkest chamber resembling a distorted dungeon,
or a slaughterhouse with horrors on hooks, in it's chambers, they are hung in.
A once bright and lovely home, with windows wide open to let the sun in;
a once bright and lovely home, now lay dark, makeshaft, and broken.
As I walk along the dusty wood floor I reflect on memories I forever fail to accept;
even if it is so that these memories are all I have left.
Yes, it is unfortunate but I recall the events that relentlessly ended with all pain and the house's downfall;
listen, as I set the repeititive scene, oh such a long time ago it happened, and I am still apalled.
It was a cold night in winter or fall, and this house so beautiful, in the neighborhood, the most beautiful of all;
oh so beautiful, save these horrible events to befall.
All were oh so happy in the living room watching TV,
save the beast in the back room, attention this beast takes care to never be attracting.
The horid, insane beast with latent rage and evergrowing loathing none have seen before;
this disguisting, abominable beast that has such hate with it born.
Within the mond of this relentless creature is a neverending thunderstorm;
this is where it starts, when the beast is torn.
The beautiful house and it's occupants despise and rebuk the beast,
the root of all problems, among them considered to be the least.
Never to be reconciled, and forever it's mind is defiled;
insanity is it's closest friend, and insanity is happiness' end.
I view the beast with anger that burns, a simple glance at me, it shall return;
it's thoughts I aknowledge, and to it's thougihts I turn;
it has thoughts none but I can discern.
As the beast sits and internaly weeps, it's anger taking time as it creeps,
I turn to the rest where they elsewhere are found to be,
ah, if only they could see me...
Yes, I miss that time, however horribly melancholy it may seem,
and now I am recalling the end of that time as if in a dream.
The time grows nearer and nearer,, now I introduce you to the current nightmare in which I take time to manifest to you,
to me, as horrors reappear.
Screaming! I hear screaming! I hear thrashing, lashing, I want to wake from the chaos I am dreaming!
Tears coming! Fear in all burning! Burning! Such a cold, restless burning!
A never-ending hurting unlocking dormant rage as time is turning,
The beast! It must be the beast! The pitiful creature can take no more hurting!
The beast is the reason the house is burning!
As I gather my thoughts and overcome my panic,
not waking from this nightmare, this nightmare! I cannot stand it!
Feeling pain I thought has been long since dormant, feeling pain, the pain! The torment!
The beast has exploded, I see it no longer, all I see is family that, for safety, they hunger,
the house is ablaze with devastating fire! The house is ablaze, the fire is even bright in my core!
I see and feel the warmth, yet the fire does not burn me;
I see my family, retreating, leaving and anxiously hoping with hurt, I see.
And now alone in the house, incessantly burning, a distant part of me views an exit with yearning,
yet there is no escape anymore, not for me, no, not a door.
The fire covers all, even my core...the fire covers all, it can consume no more;
the fire ablaze, oh so bright in my core!
I watch my ancient house fall to a horrid ruin, and to believe this home I once had a room in;
fire all around me, yet the fire has grown soothing;
the fire everlasting, constant flames forevermore brooding,
engulfing the house, destroying and looting, a once marvelous house,
now pathetic with dark overhead clouds looming.
The fire burns out, leaving a simple shell behind that was once so much greater;
a house seemingly haunted as it shall be later.
The beast is still gone, you must wonder, yet I say it is here;
The house is calm, yet over it there is still fire to leer!
In a house, so evil, the essence of fear, in this house of sadness and tears,
I remain, the beast, the fire, waiting to reappear.
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