The House of Shadows

As tempestuous storms rage in my mind,

Through gravitas dreams, I dart and weave.

Ticks and tocks of fate's clock remind

Of the guilt and fears I cannot retrieve.

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The stench of rot, a constant reminder

Of conflicts risen from my past mistakes.

Decomposed sins, now haunting and bitter,

Buried deep within the foundations of my fate.

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With sirens wailing in the night,

I fear my buried secrets will be found.

Imprisonment looms, my fate sealed tight,

With justice closing in, no escape is to be found.

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But as the moon man's bells ring in the dawn,

I am jolted awake, left to confront the truth, my conscience to be drawn.

For in this recurring nightmare, my buried regrets and remorse are shown,

A reminder of the past I must confront and overcome.

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A dark and ominous house stands before me, the screams of the buried victims ringing in my mind. In my dream, I am the killer, guilty of my actions, but as the dream unfolds,

I realize that the killer is not me, but a manifestation of my suppressed mistakes and regrets, buried deep within me. The dream serves as a haunting reminder of our darker nature and the need for self-awareness and acceptance of past errors. Dinner anyone? I try to shake off the feeling and move on.