House Of Ill Repute Poem by Joe Corbett

Move along, the winding road
torn away from the comfort zone
blistered blackened, moonless night
a wrong turn taken, a hopeless plight.

Turrets towered, above the trees
Broken fence and tumble weeds
a far cry from, a red light zone
Deafening silence, but not alone.

As I approached, the crooked stairs
their eyes cut me with their glares
what they`ve got, I had to take
from this nightmare, I will not wake.

It was a house, of ill repute
not my place to refute
lead away as if to slaughter
Thick as thieves with darkness daughter

It was a house, of ill repute
cellar of forbidden fruit
I`m plague, with malaise
All these walls I`ve left ablaze

Never could, I leave this place
silken thread bound and laced
I`ve been left, just for dead
flames upon this burning bed.

In this House of ill repute
poisoned with the killing root.
Time it passes without hours
trapped inside these gripping towers.

I`ve been brought, to my knees
Afraid of what`s become of me.
I here the voice in the hall
is it just, my name, they call.

Liken pain and misery
can I choose to be free
I shall stay, just for tonight
lost in lust, without insight.