The evil inside

my house is haunted
with my evil spirit
you hear crickets
because I'm alone in this home
creaky floors are my music
and dusted windows are my view thru it
knitted together from pain and misery
my tormented soul walks aimlessly
thru the halls and lonely rooms
fumes bellow from the main room
medicating heavily
to keep sane
and not unleash a psychopathic rage
we
are not the same ,although you think
scratching the surface of me take at least 6 months
if lucky but,
more like a year to know me partly
hardly
and oddly enough if you still love me
your unique
most sneak freak and creep out of my life
not being able to handle all that is me
I'm deeper than a well with lines that make you think
feel and believe
leave
if you don't like me
like a breeze your gone with the wind
ashes floating over the ocean blue
deep blue insanity waves
crash in me
I'm the black sheep
with a switchblade under his fleece
sneaking and creeping up on you to shiv your kidneys
the souls inside of me always speak
mostly talking about how there gonna get back at me
for making them leak all over the curbs of streets
I eat sheets of meat from the backs of weak freaks
who shriek when filleting skin off the knees
just testing the blades before we eat
your not hungry for yourself ?
hmm what a shame I enjoy you tho
just keep down the screams
I'm trying to eat don't be rude
I'm screwed
mind tangled In a noose choking to death
wishing for the snap of a neck to release me
it never comes
so I keep choking on the demons in me
who suffocate and complicate the inner part that is me
my demons speak
at least to me
walking thru this empty place I see them
just out of view when I notice them
getting close they disappear then reappear in different rooms
but still
they only talk about and tell me the evil things they do
and think
I'm left out of a lot of activities
,which bothers me
I thought we were one big family
thankfully they live in just me
there my demons I stole from the weak
corrupted and cowardly perverts of the streets
some had poison treats
other felt cold steel internally
others didn't even know, they just continued to sleep
sleeping in this house doesn't exist
they never let me
the PTSD flashbacks charge me like the energizer bunny
keeping me going
knowing what's around me and all the possible exits
and killing utensils
I could use on you or anybody within the first minute
my spirit is deadly unfriendly and wicked
don't touch it
it doesn't like it
you haven't earned my respect
and that's all that matters to me
so my house stays haunted
alone
I walk on these creaky boards in misery
I hear my heartbeat under me
thinking Poe probably killed people to with no mercy ,
and damn we would have Been peers
I can't see my future tho
with these dusted Windows
somebody really needs to clean them
oh no not me
I'm to busy being me
a haunted shell of a human being