House of Lies

This is a house of lies
These hallways can disguise
The players and the gamblers
Vying for the prize

This house is full of ghosts
These evil, spectral hosts
Whisper words to damn you
Darken souls the most

The politics of sin
Within these walls begin
You barter all the loyalties
Believing you can win

This house within, without
It knows what it’s about
And should you try to exit
It will not let you out

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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11 Responses to House of Lies

  1. “This house within, without
    It knows what it’s about”
    i want to kiss your poem

  2. lawsonsotherdog says:

    nice poem

  3. purple says:

    not sure about this one yet, my fault though, not yours … hums Hotel California πŸ™‚

    • Interesting… hadn’t consciously thought about Hotel California, though it is one of my favourite songs so maybe there was unconscious inspiration there. The actal inspiration for the poem was far more prosaic…I was idly perusing my DVD collection and saw my box set for the series House of Lies, and that term got into my head and the poem was the reslut, LOL. πŸ™‚

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