Poem: Haunted House

Your house is killing you
and I don't know how to stop it.
You must be able to se this,
feel this at some level.
The spirit of
combined trauma
from every bad event,
which ever happened at that house,
Lives.
It lives on pain, sadness, frustration,
and confusion.
The same emotions which gave It
birth, gave It sentience.
They are all It knows
and It trys to generate them
with all who come into it.
But you, Jane.
And your brother, John.
You two are the best
pain generators
the house spirit has ever known
and it does not want to let you go.

When you went to college in San y Sidro
you were very different, Jane.
In your own words,
you were a "better person."
But the closer you cam to Graduation,
to leaving home,
the angrier the house-spirit got.
It did not want to lose it's food.
So you got sicker and "had to"
move back home.
But home just made you worse.

When I visit the spirit can feel
how I hate It,
how I want you to leave.
It knows I'm an actual threat.
Because, unlike others,
I know It is there.
It attacks ne ceaslesly,
every time I step foot
on your property.
Not a second before.
I become overwhelmed with
the negative energy
and instantly become as
sensitive as a microphone.

You act so strangely there.
Unlike when you visit me,
unlike when we go out,
unlike when I used to visit you.
It's like you know on some level
this Vampire is feeding off you
and you are unhappy that
I don't like it too.
As if you, me, and the Vampire,
should be one happy family.
But this is not
what the Vampire wants.
You have chosen it over
all your friends.
It wants only pain.
Since I propose happiness
I am a threat and It must
make me leave
by making me uncomfortable
or by urging you to
make me uncomfortable.
Either way.

I wish I could help you
fight the house.
You deserve a life of Freedom.
Don't put on that make-up.
Don't watch T.V.
Don't give up on life already.
You've chosen the hose spirit over me,
I know.
But I wanted to at least do
the one thing
that no one else has:
Warn You.

Beware that House, Jane.
It's killing you.
Day by fucking day,
inch by fucking inch.
And you will never be better,
so long as you stay
in those walls.