Haunted House

My heart is a haunted house,
As the night creeps on
Doors open themselves
As a whirling wind,
You come inside.
Search the nook and corners.,
for the footprint of unknown foes
finding the dusty floor
a smile oozes out
from the blood sucking lips.

You celebrate the mirth
with howl and fiery storms
you stamp your marks everywhere...
fills air with the dust
and as the morn creeps in
you vanish to the unknown isles
I wait for the dreadfull nights
to be ruined by you......