The unassuming
Little grey house on martin st
Was not unlike all the others
In the rows that you see
Insignificant seemed the room
Added on the back
Just a quiet place
To get some much needed rest

A clandestine room
Like a billion more
Four angled walls
Entombed by wooden boards
Encased in time by a roof and floor
Could be a portal
Filled with many doors?

What if evil inhabits
Such a normal place?
A crossing void
Through time and space
Where dreamlike world's deliquesce
The witch rules here in omnipotence

5508 martin st
Is just like any home
We've all heard strange noises
At times when we're all alone

We've had fleeting nightmares
That linger through the day
The kind that make you wonder
Was that real or just a dream?

Family man grinds away
Midnight line he slaves for pay
And needs to rest his weary head
That backroom was perfect
If it wasn't for the stench
But since there's no one there
In darkness slumber crept

Uneasy dreams bring
Night-gaunt horrors
A refracted realm
Of night-sweat terrors
Unseen force pulls your hand
To the closet door
Inside, your daughter's severed head
Lying on the floor

5508 Martin St
Was left to burn and rot
The room in back, decrepit now
Almost totally forgot

But at the witching hour
The room whispers of your name
Beckoning you to find her
And make her live again

Jolted from the dead of blackest sleep
To realize it was just a horrid dream
Then startled by a sickening scream
Trapped between realities

So drift once more in restless slumber
Witch's curse you now succumb to
And in the morning
Pale-faced and listless
And you will not speak
Of what you've witnessed

For the unseen hand
Rolled you in your bed
You came face to face
With the crone of death
The most hideous face
You've ever seen
Open mouth, it tries to speak
Nothing but a foul reek
Nothing but a noxious stink
From the formless hag of martin st

Your body can
But your mind will never leave
Trapped for eternity
In a little room on martin st

The horrid hag hisses on martin st
The horrid hag of martin st