I step through the doors

Of this creaky old house

Deserted and dreaded

By the unfortunate visitors

But, to me

This is home

The cobwebs tickle at my cheeks uncomfortably

As I am immersed into the shell 

Of a life once lived

Turned to dust 

Laced with the perfume of death

This house is hopelessly empty

Drowning in its own desolation

Yet mercilessly crowded 

With memories 

Shattered

By a ruination of fear

Shards of glass cover the floor

Crushed by the children 

Who thoughtlessly believed it was

Fun

To destroy the place

That I live

My body 

Is this weary, lonesome, forsaken house

And I, 

I am a ghost

Watching every act of desecration

Disfigure me