Is that camera just for show ?
Does that light ever glow ?
No, this house was abandoned years ago.
What does the inside think ?
Where do it’s eyes blink ?
Where does it’s heart beat ?
This is the house that hate built.
Holding all its secrets.
Collecting all its memories of a once exultant tiny human, and its nearest and dearest. Only to comprehend what exactly when on in the house that hate built.
A mommy dearest at its finest
A abhorrence father to say the slightest.
Fathom the feelings of the frightened female who roamed the halls at night to find the father and mother fighting.
The fathers hands striking.
The mothers eyes wet, with tears of fear and regret.
Letting set plates hit wet paint on the walls they shared in faint vein.
Fear and hate taken out on the young neonate just before the dinner date with both the parents and the deadly fate.
The house that roofs these three bodies has such passion for the modest, the young actress to the metropolitan that cannot see the abuse occuring often within itself.
So touch me or don’t,
Just let me know,
Where you’ve been.
People get drunk
They hook up with the wrong person
And pretend to be okay
People act tough
And get mad
People will do anything to distract their heart.
They will do anything to distract it from missing someone.