Haunted House I.

Sunlight couldn't fall
Into the air that held
Slivers of sharp metal
So cold they could melt

The walls were painted
In misery
Thick strokes of fingers
Blood and sweat
Tear-stained floors
Painted fingernails
Sadness you couldn't forget

But what held the basement stairs?
Shadows fornicating
So obscenely
Thrusting into a pitch malice
That alluded to the grim scenery

The bone white door
In the basement's gloom
Held such secrets in a silver key
It held the doomed
The damned
A little girl forced to her knees