Haunting, Haunted, Haunts

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.