This House is Cursed
This house is cursed
It keeps me awake
With the anxious pacing of the Rottweiller
Who yearns for everything to be okay
It is only a small curse
No bigger than the bullet holes in the ceiling
It is as easily ignored as the graffitti
Scrawled in the closet
And on the wall of the garage
It skulks in the shadows
While the pony-tailed orphan
Sleeps bare-foot in his room
Unaware of the arguements he hears
Late at night two people hate eachother
But call themselves lovers
The frustrated child
Flinging himself in tantrum
Knows the curse
Because the grown-ups
Dont notice him when they fight
It keeps me awake
When I want to sleep
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