How can I write

It's different now, the screams are dead now;

The painting in the bedroom started whispering, and you thought "the walls have ears" was just an old saying!

Now it's hard to believe the picture has a voice, let alone the tale portraying a sleepless house; The girl from that house is crazy, Always dressed in black one mentions;

She's a witch they say, and Urban legend confirms it.

But When the walls start moving, they're not there to bare witness.

And when the sun comes up, for her it bring respite and shines all the brightest.

You'd pray to God, but for this evil you believe even God shouldn't be bothered;

They have names for such you imagine, Revelations warns of this you remember.

 

Father Forgive me for I have sinned comes to mind, that's the only thing that can explain this madness in Jesus name you Shriek!

 

How can I write is a mindless rambling my mind should've never gave birth to. Dear Lord forgive me...