The House

Its Eyes are empty
Its soul is guilty
Its hunger for death
Steals my breath

I don’t know its inside
But I know its outside
It drowns in horror
As I glare at the door

Its energy is full of negativity
That draws my polarity
I feel its needs
As it pleads

I watch it day and night
But have not found fright
I ask it questions
As I see its mental destruction

It has seen a horror
That no one should adore
It’s seen the pain
Before it became a stain

I have seen the stain
It is very plain
But if you look
You will see what was took

(This poem is under construction so please vote or comment so I know where to go from here thanks.)