Far from home, on the edge of this metropolis
Sits an abandon house that strikes fear into the heart
Dark and Dead

It's foundation cracked
And the wood and plaster for which shape it
Is brittle and worn from neglect

The yard is blanketed in darkness
For the sun cannot touch it
The roof is it's own horizon

Opinions vary on it's source
But all agree on it's structure
Profound

But this same structure turns others away
Makes them angry or makes them afraid
And a reason is not needed

People walk by and throw words and rocks
Leaving their mark on the dilapidated steps
Which barely stand

This once beautiful house

A symbol for perfection, that all things must end
Is now a target of ridicule and abuse

For years this domicile has housed many
All of which have been cherished and honored
Or horribly shunned
But it's residents have all been able
To hold the hearts and minds of they're peers
It's fascination comes not from it's brilliance
But it's resilience

Now as each day passes and another glance is thrown
The house sighs, sets deeper into it's stone
Hoping, waiting
Hanging onto a false hope
That someone will see it for what it truly is

The house nor it's residents, or ghosts of them now
We're never harmful, but of a different design
And if you look closely enough, with an open mind
You will see that what your looking at is a sad mans eyes

A man who knows no peers, and cannot feel
The wall for which he has built is more solid than his house
He wants...He seeks

The different dimensions and rooms
Full of cobwebs and cobblestone
All feature an aspect of that unbridled mind
One which people fear, lust and try to define
But through no fault of their own
They curse them and defy
The architect of a masterful creation
That touches the dimming sky

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