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There's a house on the hill.
One which creaks with the wind;
Whines like a dog.
This house of dread and doom
Where only remains of dust now lay
In trembling vases, skeleton faces,
It is by them it lives.
There is a house on the hill
Named of deathly tune
And deceased torment that yet lies.
Fog is a friend of this ghoulish house,
This lonely house, this breathing house
Up on top of Hollow's Hill;
Chant only the stairways.
There is a house on the hill
Consuming fallen tears
Of a million dreamers who lost love.
One in which takes, gives to itself
The pain, the agony, it hurts itself.
Did not want to hurt anything else
But it crushed the rosebuds.
There is a house on the hill
Where enjoyment would have been,
And seeking entertainment wasn't of issue.
This house was a friend -
Was a lover (a deceitful lover?) -
Who dare grew marigolds
While still housing the glorious roses.
There is a house on the hill.
A sign of dead trails that tore–
Through the roses; left the roses.
Then decided not to keep the marigolds,
But too late a decision; the roses never came back.
The house went frigid, hated itself…
Never turned on the lights again.
There is a house on the hill;
That hill of Hollow's mark
With the noose in the front,
Guillotine in the back.
The house that is sorry.
Who knows what is gone
And who begs for understanding.
There was a house on the hill,
With anguish-painted walls,
Hateful floors, stained crimson,
And there, the vase,
Filled to the brim with dust,
Moves no more, breathes no more,
As alone, cry, the forgotten roses…
- Title: Hollows Hill
- Artist: Alectix
- Description: I wrote this when I was torn between two different people at the same time. I wanted one and I had another and didn't want to let go. Hope you can see that in the poem. :/ And alas, I do regret my decisions about doing this.
- Date: 06/29/2009
- Tags: hollows hill death love cheating
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