The House

This is, the house of Doom
Your death, will be coming soon
That thought dead, Comes out to play
A grave (very grave) holiday
Come with me, and then you will see
The price of, immortality

This is, the mansion of death
The boulevard, of all regret
A timeless coughing of zeitgeist
Where the spirit of an age, lies

Who's that who creeps up the stairway behind you?
Is it the ghost of love affairs lost?
A grey evil Eros with bow love barbed arrows
Claiming revenge for hopes you have crushed?

All hail the master geometric eccentric
Carving the paths that we ghosts must walk
And easing the intersex in concrete genitalia
To house fluids in marble and spirit in dust

This is, the house of doom - The only ghosts (really)
Are the one who came with you
So name your evils, pantheonize
Your gods, your martyrs graceless - Fallen, despised

When you despair of the toads that salute you
And abhorrently drink of their bile and their greed
Decide in your wisdom that hopping is more fun
Do walk like a man is a sign of disease

Time to update thee with spiritual software
And destroy the virus that plagues for your side
Enter the house son whose walls are of fire
Whose hellish foundations are burned in your mind

My mind is a creaky corridor
Wherein a single monstrous draught
Invades the gloom

Its rancid air stained with ash
And its heart beat a blackened lung
Whose ripped fissures impede the transivity
Of all weary travellers

Cancerous shapes malign the air
And dirty molecules gather dust like onerous dogs
Who sate their lust to feed for war
Whilst the doors are barbed
With hastily spun webs of

Something obsidian
Something crystal

A jewelled combination of dirt and dust and deprivation
Beautifully deathly whispers dwell in far off chambers
Floating above like ships of gossamer on a rancid sea
Gently, angelic sprites mock those
Who have lost their way