Saturday, October 22, 2011

The Horror House

At the end of the road there is a Horror House

It's past the Mosquito Swamp

If you cross the old bridge over the river.

Past the hills where the bones are buried

The boards are gray

And the decour is out of season

You'll find it

The mummy of a ghost horse.

It's curtains

At the Horror House

1 comment:

  1. i am so happy i did not see that in person.
    that shit would've haunted me for months.