Diatribe The Phantom Stranger - Haunted House

He's alone
in his house out there
Far far away
Reset the clock
Watch me sleepless
Pretend I'm not Screaming
Demons descend on gods
Shadow creatures begin to crawl
Creep up the walls
Seep in my mind and feed on my thoughts
Feet on the ground but I'm eons apart
Beyond the stars
Caught in the Andromeda
Deep in the dark
Phantom of the opera
Reject with scars
Author of the ominous
Respect the art
Wheezing like harmonicas
Breath in the smog
I'm coming undone
De-string the harp
The speed of the beat of my heart
Is topping the odometer
Peaking the charts
Drops in the thermometer
Freezing and frost bitten
Relit the spark
Beneath the hearth
Reach out your arms
Touch of a palm
I begin to thaw
Things that you promised
Fingers were crossed
Lean in because we need to talk
Tongues has been tied and weaved in a knot
Keeping the key to the lock
A deep seeded secret concealed in a box
And sealed in a vault
I'm speaking in code
It cheapest the cost
To reveal the plot
He can't be bought
So turn off my songs
And leave me to rot
It frees me to haunt
This house like Ouija
I'm breezy
In three sheets of cloth
If you dare to knock
I'll release the dogs
My weekly response
To guest that come by
To check I'm alive
Yes I have died
I guess I forgot
To mention it
He's alone
In his house out there
far far away
He sleeps with his eyes open
He was so sad last night
In this house out there
He took my hand
And whispered
These walls creak and squawk
And call me to talk
These halls seem so long
I'll always be lost
Daunted by the gauntlet
Out on a jaunt
I walk streets alarmed
By all these bizarre people
Offbeat and odd
Who gawk at me in awe
Like I'm the one that's wrong
And I don't belong
I exist in a silo
I'm so despondent
I don't respond
When I close eyes
My mind goes and wanders
Watching my life going by
With bifocals on a blind fold
Time slows and stops
Rewinding the moments
Wondering why
no one has noticed
I'm ghost and gone
I'm sitting in a park with winos
A psycho
That writes with his fingers
Long winded twisted
Notes like cyclones
Pictures in the fog in the mirror
Cling to the high hope
They'll find where I'm hiding my soul
The maestro
I host a dinner for one that's ice cold
Candles are dwindling
Glimmering lights Low
I'm so indifferent
I don't distinguish
Between days and nights
And typos in rhymes
Deciphering Lines that I wrote
Because I'm supposed to cry but I don't
Why so surprised
By my own demise
Of my own design
My final goodbye
That I chose
I am surviving by those who lie
When I Croak
Don't hold a mass with quotes from the Bible
No
I'll die alone in my home
Lying in a pile of pinecones
With a boatload of gas
And the stroke of a match
There's no going back alive so
Fuck it
He's alone
In his house out there
Far far away
He sleeps with his eyes open
He was so sad last night
In this house out there
He took my hand
And whispered
I am utterly alone
Suffering shuttered in my home
Oh so unlovable I know
Every single one of you is chuckling
They're always making fun of me
What am I the butt of every joke
But none of them would know
That it cuts me to the bone
Muttering under breath
Underneath's a tone
That doesn't seem to go
With they're telling me
I fell asleep I woke up in a hole
I have sunken to a low
That there's no coming back from
And no one throws a rope
Cause I'm only going to pull
And push them to the edge
I am Edgar Alan Poe
Lying dead
With handful of bread
Crumbled in a poem
For ravens and the crows
I may just have a stroke
From the anger that I hold
I'm a stranger to myself
Afraid of getting close
Strangled by the doubt
I'm incapable of growth
I may just make a house
In a place so remote
That they would never go
With no bridge but a moat
So big that a boat
Would sink like a stone
Swim like gators and the fish
And the hope of getting out from below
I was never worth the effort
So my effigy said F everything forever
I am emptying my skull
On the page of my note
Soaked in the blood read a quote
Burry me in the center of the town
So my soul can be surrounded by the sound
Of the footsteps on ground
And I'm connected to folks
I spent my life neglecting
And that was all he wrote
For now
He's alone
In his house out there
far far away
He sleeps with his eyes open
He was so sad last night
In this house out there
He took my hand
And whispered

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Diatribe Phantom Stranger

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