The devil lives in this house.
He mutters obscenities
and screams out with malice
They drown out my thoughts
Suffocating the important balance
of solitude and imagination
They're caught
in his dwindled web
He toys with my head
and waits till I slumber in bed
Then frightens my very soul,
his harrowing takes it's toll
and it puzzles my brain
and tortures the heart
I know I must
steer far apart.
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