Standing tall canvassed against the light
Ominous and eerie exciting delights
Rusted gate with trash weeks old
Wraps around the structure unsold
Tempting thoughts obstruct my being
To go beyond more than just day dreaming
Enter this structure I must entertain
The history attached of those that were slain
Adventure I must into this dwelling
My curious nature of the murder compelling
Slain and dismembered from what I remembered
by escaped convict dwight who never surrendered
Four little friends out to begin an adventure
Explore the old house where nobody ventured
Just little friends that play cops and robbers
Leave in remembrance a township of sobbers
I walk to the door and trace the thick oak
A scream in my mind, Hands at my throat
Heavy...Thick...Dark laughing Exists
Rumored to house Dwight and the victims
Of the slain children his demon lives within
Achilles reoccurrence they constantly relive.
Torturous thoughts so each to give.
I back off the porch a taste I've entertained
Terror sits firmly for the evil remains
Never to return to this house of mad death
Still being tortured the children can't rest
One little touch...Is all that it took
To experience the evil and set in it's hooks.
randy sturridge
