She has waited here
Heartbeats between wars
Hope gives way to fear
Imagination soars
This house is now her soul

Gorgeous, you now come
Specter from the past
Seven friends that sum
Makes her next repast
This house now tastes your soul

Mouth becomes a door
Skin grows on as paint
Soul a quenchless lust
Lights, enchantments, blaze upon displayed
Body parts of high school daughters slain

Hands as black as night
Reach from water’s heat
Flames invade the wood
Is there any way that it’s a dream?
Fantasy, have you been seeing things?

Mirrors give back pictures of the dead
Lipstick paints the cold flesh human red
Windows view the virgin soul that’s fled
Cracks that show the bleeding or the flame
Grow to show its other half the same

Feathers smother flesh
Clothes are left behind
Tips are all that’s left
Sweet’s life turns the gears
Kung Fu’s hacked leg rears

This house tastes your soul

Pieces still fighting on
Limbs grow sentience
Kick the painting’s teeth
What’s behind the face of revenants,
But the flowing of a thousand hearts?

Cling to journal’s words
Life-preserving book
Eyesight lost from thrust
Islands form to float the floor around
You’ll dissolve before you even drown

Blood comes clean the living bridal gown
They appear, those layers that unwound
Sense is absent with the rushing’s sound
Hands reach out though either side is red
Mothers hold the living though they’re dead

No one will be saved
Though your angel comes
Morning floats her wings
But the sun consumes
Love won’t conquer all