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  • If you walk through the door frame
    You feel the shadow, you feel the cold.
    If you shut the door, you'll want out
    because Happiness hasn't visited for months.
    I used to smile on that couch
    I used to laugh on that floor
    I used to love,
    This House.

    If you walk, the floor groans with
    the agony that saturates the lives lived here.
    If you look closely the walls drip drab gray.
    Breathe and see your frosty breath!
    Speak and hear your voice echo! Enjoying it?
    No? Was it the thought that the Devil
    might dine downstairs, or
    was it the sight of your own humanity
    fleeing the house in sheer terror?

    If you walk to the window, wipe the moisture away
    You see a picture of the past and ponder.
    While thinking, you get an inkling
    That the picture of reality isn't real.
    It becomes darker and harder to see
    and your hands on the window can't move
    Fear sits and stares and you now-
    He grips your heart and fills your bones.
    You take a long shuddering breath
    You feel the sweat on your skin and YOU WANT OUT.

    Happiness, would you come again?
    I used to rest easy on that pillow
    I used to eat my fill at that table
    I used to love,
    This House.
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