An abandoned house brings to mind a ruin
Some gothic romance held together by ivy and ghosts
This house was different, looking to be an innocent.
I remember watching, horrified and awed
Black bags lined upon its lawn,
(some of them seemed small)
While a silent crowd, surprised, gazed on.
This house crumbled quietly
Beneath the weight of unspeakable deeds,
(and blood soaked endings)
But this house lived, it breathed.
It could not be allowed, this house
To stand to one mans hate and lust
This house was reduced to dust.