The company given just serves as a shell,
And empty nest to calm and quell.
It only leaves the left feeling more unwell,
And makes the right feel wrong as hell.
It stings the skin in a cruel way,
Until the blood can no longer be kept at bay.
It burns the eyes with such strong rays,
Making them water and hurt all day.
This hard shell serves as a home,
Comforting all that feel alone.
Only when the naive enter do they hear the ghastly moans,
And the creaky floorboards that grimace and groan.
This home will only haunt,
Best leave before you are caught.