HOUSE OF ABANDONMENT

House of abandonment 


fallen leaves 
dusty and all dried up
remind me of autumn,
of warmth and of belonging 
parched earth 
a desert, really 
house of abandonment 
piercing screeches of someone forgotten 
waiting to be remembered 

the ghosts arrive 
my body is immobile
it moves now, slowly 
hoping not to be harmed 
as my mouth yells profanities 
another move to bide my time 
so my head doesn't get severed soon

beware! they carry axes 

I don't belong there 
not with the masters of abandonment 
those ghosts, my ghosts are waiting 
for a drop of blood 
that I refused to spill

hungry creatures of the night 
thirsty for something they'll get easily 

apparitions: i'm just like them 
and they, like me 
moving from form to form 
ghost to human 
human to ghost
abandoning our bodies 
and driving out our souls 

catch me once or twice 
and i'll disappear 
but I promise to return 
trust me on this

you know how to abandon 
the ones who aren't like you
but I don't know how to do it 
I wouldn't do it even if I knew 
and that's why I never turn my back 
on loyal and sincere people 
but the ghosts who abandon
won't do the same

that's why I've promised 
because I keep my word 
and I know you won't 
so thanks for being disloyal
just like the ghosts
in the house of abandonment. 

- Luro 







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