A house named Misery

A house named misery wept on a hill  .
Enclosed to the grim , black spears  of the teeth , she fed on the grief .
No doves in the yard , they cooked to a seethe , hollow my tomb , bones laid on her wreath .
We vacant the rooms , sulfur plays in the halls , remind me to break when the dark hooded calls . 
Chandeliers plunge head over the heels . Damned little Mirrors, this shouldn't be real .
A house named misery she haunted the hill .