Fury

I lay here on this mustard couch

Outside in the darkness of my house

I linger in the reception all night

My legs are put firmly aside

My head is filled with thoughts so loud

It shatters everything inside me

Temperature is hot and melting

Although the house is damp and cold

Can’t breath air, I can only breath hatred

My Heart is pounding hard like bullets

In my chest, my muscles are tense

My body is twitching in anger

Energy swirls around my skin

My hands feel tingly and numb

Disturbing hot air covers my aura

My eyes are widening and turning to black

I feel nothing but the need to kill

I feel nothing but wrath and anger

A vortex of dark energy hits my head

Making it full of blood that is heavy

Heavier than stones, hotter than a volcano

Experiencing it to the fullest instead of fighting it

That’s what I always do, and enjoy doing

All alone, still outside in the dark

Sorrow, anger, wrath, and darkness

Past memories, and every pain comes alive

The dog came barking at me in dismay

I gave him a glare, trying to send it some of it

My negativity and blackness backed it off

I keep thinking of the desperate need I have

To smash things off, kill him brutally, heartlessly

To rebel, spread bitterness and destruction

I kept ridding with my beautiful fantasy in my head

Stabbing him with a sharp knife

More than ten stabs on his body

To get this toxic feeling out of mine

Screaming, swearing at him while murdering him

Impulsively tearing out his pumping heart

Biting it so hard in agony and wrath

Chewing it then spitting it on his face

Stepping on him with my spiked pride

But I still feel this consuming dark feeling

Its dark black red color runs in my veins

It coils, it runs, it spreads, and it goes on

I just want destruction, submission and justice

Can’t help but screaming silently with my open mouth

Warm tears starts to fall down my cheeks

Onto the ground carrying every pain I suffer

I kept screaming silently with my mouth opened

A small groan escaped me accidentally

While I was screaming silently

Trying to let this feeling so strong out

But I felt worse, I felt so enraged

I only wish I can pass this to death

The waning moon shines on my cheeks

Cleansing me but I keep generating the same feeling

I keep doing this forever, I can’t feel anything

But this red lava burns deep inside of me

Have you felt it this intense before?

I doubt it! It’s very different with me

Sometimes, things around me move, lights play

Everything makes cracking sounds

I hear voices and sounds, I’m getting worn out

Of this strange habit, it goes wild

When I feel this way secretly

It’s a feeling, I feel quite a lot

Called Fury

This House

Staring at the shadows in the dark House

Surrounded by roses and the scent of blood

Spider webs shapes on every glass window up in there

Thirteen floors with thirty rooms that are all the same

Walls are painted dark red that looks black in the sunset

Staircases coils around that leads to nowhere

One that has forty-two steps and rises for two inches up

Another that rises up to reach nothing but a ceiling

Doors and closets that open to nothing but a black wall

Wardrobes and secret passages under and above

The scent of fine wood and vanilla fills the first floor

Inspired by ghosts and spirits who live here with us

Chimneys that their construction were never completed

Crimson red Trap doors everywhere all are in thirteen’s

Passages small enough for only one person to pass by

If you enter this house seeking peace and secure

You have to sleep every night in a different room

Gothic bell hanged up in the center of the house

That rings every day eerily twice thirteen times

The house is yet unfinished, workers never end it

It’s cursed to never be built up and finish

And only be haunted by earth-bound spirits

Believe it or not it still has unfinished sand marks

Since it started to be built in the eighties

Every stair case except one has thirteen stares

A white sink has thirteen holes drained in blood

The owner signed her name in the contract thirteen times

And divided her will into thirteen parts

Spirits walk through the house by night

After the first bell ring they rise

Before the last bell ring they vanish

Gardens so smooth that water is ashamed

Nothing but green blades of fine grass acclaimed

Mystery and horror lingers in the air

Around the gates of the house and the fence

No one ever entered and no one dared

Except likes who have a death wish so hard to satisfy

Believe it or not it’s a real house

that’s what they wrote on the entrance note

You will never leave it feeling balanced

Just feeling dizzy only if you could get out of it

there is the daisy room which she was trapped in

After she felt the disturbing earthquake

Mirrors had patterns and shapes of daisies

Glass windows all are touched with art

To give you a reflection that confuses you

Statues of frogs, a deer, and maidens in the garden

A small pond that reflect the moon and the stars

Plants shaped into crescents and circles to protect it

Pentacles and spider webs shapes spread inside the house

A statue of a woman holding a broken cup

Another one holding a broken mirror

All adds mystery to the dark house

And make it a place for only silence

And dark serenity