The House of Blues
Angry lips and pain shot eyes.
Throbbing hearts laced with agony.
Souls that weep and cry in fear.
These are things found in the House of Blues.
People yelling hurtful words,
While angels cry of woes untold.
Demons scream and call us fools.
Things all heard in the House of Blues.
Arrows of Love and Stabs of Hate;
Confusion comes like a spray of mist.
Fear and sorrow climb up your spine.
Emotions that are felt in the House of Blues.
The House of Blues is a place of misery;
Sorrow and Anger the only occupants.
Chaos fills the rooms like air
And darkness consumes all.
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| — | Jessica Steele |
