Derelict Dreams

Come and walk within my walls
and listen whilst I whisper
in your ears.
The tales that I can tell to you
will bring back all your long
forgotten fears,
Of love and life and death and
all the harms folk do
behind closed doors.
Where no one sees their pain,
nor understands their not
so pleasant mores.
My tattered blinds have hid
a multitude of sins away
from prying eyes.
My ragged carpets muffled
sounds, my cellars hide a
myriad of lies.
The paper on the walls, once
coloured bright, with flowers,
fresh and new.
Is streaked and faded now,
with angry blossoms of
a darker hue.
The webs of spiders hang unmarked in all
the corners, waiting for
unwary prey.
And rats now scurry through dark rooms
no longer hiding from
the light of day.
So, if you dare, come in and see what
lives in darker minds than you
have ever thought.
But wary be of dwelling long upon them,
else you find your own
imagination caught.

Written for club prompt - write from the perspective of a house.