This is my house,
Built initially to be a safe zone from the world
A place where I thought I could find my peace
Suddenly I feel like I should put it on lease
Look at the door, it's half broken
Look at the window, it's cracked open
The air has refused to go in, it's a big oven
The pressure is building, am not joking
Look at my walls, painted in black sorrows
And the ceiling, full of pain, am downtrodden
The staircase? It leads to a whirlpool of confusion
A maze that even I can't outrun, no cushion
I can't even leave, I tried, it's not working
Am not the only one living in here
I hear something ever night, it keeps roaming
It's blindfolded and it has a tattoo that says "your worst nightmare"
There is someone at the door, I can't get
Please, no!
Just go!
Stop knocking!
This house keeps playing a tune, it's melancholy
On the outside, a white house full of roses
On the inside, a dark places full thoughts in noises
I am in the corner screaming but voice box is on silence
I guess I could learn to paint inside as I please
It is something I need to do so quickly
If I don't then would have so much to loose
Cause then the darkness would spread outside and I would be the only wolf howling at the moon
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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