A Living House or A Dead Home
Walls,floors,windows all had crevices
The silence was terrifying
Wet footprints on the floor
Deads buried under me ,my only foundation
Bloodstained walls filled the ghostly sounds
Against the glass,only a strong wind blows
Tongue of the candle blows away
and darkness overpowers the dim light.
Rusted keylocks imprison memories within me
A renovation is needed to help me
from house to home
They breathed under me and now I shall
breathe under them.
Once I was left abandoned by a family of few,
now I shall make a family anew.
I am slowly decaying in silence,
visit me soon to help yourself,
take you to eternity.
~Yours,only yours,not so sweet home.