It looks normal on the outside 

Forest green roof lays angular

The sallow paint,

Slightly chipped,

Slightly flaked, on the edges like nail polish on nervous bitten fingernails

The tips of the lawn look like 

It was dipped ina caramel brown.

 

The driveway made up of 

Peerless pebbles.

Panting door,

another tinge of green.

 

Behind that door, 

contains a torturous fate

No one should ever 

lay eyes upon

 

Walls of the living room are

decorated with nameless names

the floos wathed with blood

 

Gruesome kitche,

Blood thirsty glasses.

Beyond that, rooms with torque

Filth clings, 

Everything flooding with gore

 

Who knew?