Down in the hollow
Quiet & sweet
There sits a house
Made of dreams
It’s a place
That’ll beckon your name
It’ll grip you
Reaching deep into your brain
Regardless of where you live
Or what reality…
It”ll appear, at first in your dreams
Then steadily
It’ll consume all things
If it can’t lure you
While in your sleep
It will slowly make its way
Into your reality.
Taking what you see
Twisting it to what you wish
The house will be yours
For a bargain…
Whatever needs to happen
However,
It needs to lead
You’ll be sure to find yourself
Acquiring your “Dream Home”…
It’s but a trick of the mind though
No matter the place you find,
Its halls will slowly drag you back
To the hollow
With its peace & quiet
In the reality
For which it resides
In time you’ll lose your mind…
Thinking yourself happy
Then silently
Over time,
It will make you its caretaker
For a time,
As it does,
Your life will be all about it
Cleaning,
Keeping it well maintained
The house will consume you.
Slowly,
It will eat at your soul
Till one day,
You are completely under its control!
On that day,
Your soul now consumed,
It will let you live a fantasy
Your body will decay
You’ll never know you died,
It will put to rest
Any unease of the mind
You will slave away your eternity…
As a ghost,
Maintaining it…
Eventually, it will look for the next soul
The newest one to consume
So it stays fresh…
The house must feed
To reach the other souls it needs
To survive
For you see
It is a living entity
All who pass through its halls
Be they dead or living & soon to pass
Are always
…None the wiser…
Always they slave away
Slowly,
Their bodies decay
Always quiet as can be
Till they die
Becoming a slave
…For eternity…
-The House In The Hollow-
