Thornwood Gate

Iron teeth and rusted jaw The gate swings wide — a hungry maw The gravel screams beneath my feet The manor's pulse — a mechanical beat Windows black like hollow eyes The chimney coughs its sulfur sighs I didn't come here — I was PULLED By blood and bone and something old Every brick remembers blood Every stone was laid in flood The hallway breathes, the floorboards moan This house has secrets it has kept The door is open. The door was always open. Nothing here was ever locked — only waiting. Thornwood — standing like a threat Thornwood — hasn't killed me yet Every brick remembers blood Every stone was laid in flood Thornwood — I can hear it HUM Thornwood — I have finally come The portraits watch — they are not friends The hallway stretches, breathes, extends Chandelier of blackened bone A crown for those who die alone The manor takes, it does not give It needs my blood so it can live Floorboards creak a coded phrase A house alive in endless maze Count the doors — there's forty-four Each one hungry, each a door To rooms that shouldn't exist at all I press my hand against the wall The walls contract. The ceiling drops. This house has a heartbeat. And it never stops. Thornwood — standing like a threat Thornwood — hasn't killed me yet Every brick remembers blood Every stone was laid in flood Thornwood — I can hear it HUM Thornwood — I have finally come FEED ME — says the floor BLEED FOR ME — says every door STAY WITH ME — the walls demand I press my palm against its hand Thornwood — I AM the threat Thornwood — you haven't seen me yet