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Into the Basement...

There is a secret kept in this once lived in house.

Dilapidated now,

once I lived there with my spouse.

Everything went wrong quick.

As soon as we moved in,

she became sick.

I know it was this place,

this house of broken love.

A deserted, forlorn palace of apathy.

The day she came up from the basement,

it was as if a stranger was always looking back at me.

'Do not go in there',

she told me,

'stay out of there.'

Now, it is really her, that I fear.

A robotron, or a simulacrum.

A pod person from out of a witches cauldron.

Her eyes are hollow,

she smells of sorrow.

Into the basement

... its too hard to swallow.

Something lives down there,

In the dark, beyond the chained door.

I lost my bride, the night she died,

her blood covers the floor.

Do not come down here,

stay the fuck away.

I made the mistake,

used the key I found,

following the stairs all the way down.

Why is this here, it's like the attic,
also the closet...
those I was able to board up.
My bride is gone,
I have eaten the last of her remains.
Blood, so much blood...
Inside of me, growing evil sustains.
I'm chained here in the past,
In this dark and ugly place,
where only Nobody laughs.
The door is shut,
the chains locked once more.
They made sure,
I cannot leave by the door.
Who are 'They' you ask?
They work for 'Them'.
It's a conspiracy, coming 'When?'
I know I will die here,
only her blood as my company.
Even as I lick the floor,
I am longing for more.
The key was taken by the Dark Widow.
Tossed before the gates of hell in the closet,
no one can miss it.
So eventually, I will be set free,
unless this hunger,
has me eating my own flesh.
A demon has entered me,
came from her.
Yes, I am sure.
Now it won't leave me alone.
It pesters me often of late,
the only thing i really miss and hate.
Her flesh tasted oh so tender.
Breaking her bones, breaking her neck,
I remember her, screaming departure.
She thought her works would elevate her,
It's grace alone, I told her so.
Me she condoned.
As we both face the gates of hell,
Oh really, you couldnt tell?
We lost our fight in this basement.
Wherein the Love became cold as cement.
Into the Basement
Baggage and luggage and skeletons
too damn much I fear.
I wait all alone down here,
to devour anothers lonely touch.
DO NOT GO INTO THIS BASEMENT.
It is I who live down here.
Into the basement,
drowning in my own misery.




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Michael Nichols My dream is to write, and to show the world what I can do. I will not quit no matter what others do.

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