The houses I’ve lived were haunted;
Something bad all around,
Something stemming from a place unfound.
And from the ghosts I was taunted -
Laughing at my failures in life,
Laughing as I plunged deeper with my knife.
The rooms I’ve stayed were tainted;
A feeling splattered on my walls,
A feeling sunken into all my falls.
Everyone’s a feeling I had painted -
It’s something that feels so light,
But yet I stand for a fight.
My parents say I brought the ghost;
That maybe I’m the rotted one,
That I’m the one who burned the sun.
And I brought the death from each coast -
I think my parents were true,
Because near me, the feelings grew.