A/N

This is a poem inspired by the series Rose Red, but it does have more meanings than the obvious.

Writing something is better than writing nothing, I guess. Maybe. XD

It's the house that madness built

It stands on blood and shame and guilt

The past is crowding empty rooms;

A poisoned rose that wants to bloom

The walls are strong, the doors are closed

I walk alone among the ghosts

A lifelong quest left unfulfilled

With many lost, and many killed

Obsession is a mighty tool,

It blinds the wise and spurs the fool

It seems the struggle was in vain

It feels so good to go insane.