Sonnet Sundays: The House

 Sitting in the corner with my knees to my chest

Young somber eyes are denied any form of rest

For the visions to stop, I would tear out my eyes

Tormented by images of silent cries

It’s been so long since I’ve known bed’s restful state

Over and over, I experience her fate

Forced to bear witness each night to explicit gore

The action so gruesome I utterly deplore

This trip into madness, there’s no turning back

Left with no way to save from the brutal attack

Phantom slashes violently appear from her chest

The ghostly red liquid splatters the family crest

Amazed by the details this house has remembered

Her transparent form being slowly dismembered

In my life, I’ve not seen something this atrocious

Wild animals have never been that ferocious

Truly, this creature must have been morbidly sick

Extinguishing her life just like the light from a wick

Not exactly sure if these specters were married

I am apprehensive as to where she’s buried

Another night passes, I dare not try sleeping

Stay in my retreat with unstoppable weeping

Try to withstand the pound of the deadly calls

As they seem to be emanating from the walls

Dark circles predominantly upon my face

The dementia quickens with my fall from grace

In desperation, I jump through the windowpane

Now my lifeless shell is being drenched in the rain

Unseen is my pallid friend, as we’re both the same

Both of us are now pawns in this sadistic game

Odiously compelled to recreate my crime

Unrelenting suicide till the end of time.