Haunted Write

I sit alone in this creepy creaky house
Such a sight I shouldn't have entered but I can't come out

The smell of rotting floors sets the mood
Walls are shelter to hundreds of insects like my mind they nibble screws loose

Footsteps upstairs give me unwanted attention
The piano blurts out chords they hold me in suspension

I close my eyes as evil urges try to expose my nerves
Laughter of possessed kids taunt me, I sit surrounded by nefarious, sooty, and depressing blurs

I am no longer in control of my pen
My thoughts are comforted and I continue to pour gin

The coldness escapes me and my breathes are like exhaust
My jacket feels like a dream I awake and take it off

I awake only in my nightmares sweat
The tv is still on and it says this is only a test