And No Apology.

I touch you not so sweetly as you’re sitting there in fearful agitation.
Locked indoors of a haunted house, you sit in quaking consternation.
The harder that I squeeze you, the more I wonder if you know I’m at your back,
or if at least my ghostly breath spikes little hairs upon your neck.
A stay alone in this house is in no way ever free,
though I say the cost may well be worth my hospitality.

Is it cold close to the fire? I wonder why, boy.
Can you wrench from my desire? I wouldn’t try, boy.
And even if you break away, I will follow.
My favorite little game to play; seek a soul to swallow.

My nails scratch harder, teeth sink deeper with no such mark apparent.
Paralyzed, is it worse outside? The night births strange creatures, abhorrent.
If you escaped the moonlight, and fled the howling, then welcome to my home.
But know, now that you’re here, your skin has paled a few more tones.

Squeaking turning wheels unmanned, I laugh as your jaw drops.
My old victrola sings to us with ancient cracks and pops.
Don’t try to run away my dear, there’s nowhere you can go.
I’ll feed from you with hunger that only the dead do know.

The candelabra lit now, tall with wax dripped on my dresser.
In all these years that I have walked, their heights are never lesser.
Cold sweat as always, amuses me in ways delicious and sadistic.
Give me what you came to give, and I will gladly take it.
I have a lot to offer you, to that you must agree.
The cost you know, is all you’ve got, and no apology.

Is it cold close to the fire? I wonder why, boy.
Can you wrench from my desire? I wouldn’t try, boy.
And even if you break away, I will follow.
My favorite little game to play; seek a soul to swallow.

Reflected light, you’re petrified-you’ve caught of me a glimpse.
Lucky people seldom do, yet feel me on their lips.
Deeply you will sleep tonight, and seek you no protection.
Yours is just another soul to add to my collection.

A halo brighter than the moon does dance upon a flower bed
beyond the flowing curtains, orchestrated by the dead.
I know there was a chill in you the moment that I laughed.
My dear, the dance we dance was long before choreographed.

Needed you a place to stay, and you are welcome here.
For now you have a place to sleep, and nothing left to fear.
Completed, and completely mine, I hold you to my breast.
Oh, fall into a slumber now. Your dance is finished. Rest.
A stay alone in this house is in no way ever free.
You’ve paid in full, and no refunds, and no apology.