House On The HillThe house on the side of the hill.Slanted and bright. Deceiving looks holda terror and deep insight.Souls of the murdered, tortured and crazed.Locked within the walls of this once cheery home.Screams of pain echo from below, from above the enragedshouts and curses. The damned have taken hold, your soulthey crave.Run from this place, never look back.Don't make my mistake, don't go upstairsdon't go down.Avoid the 3rd floor if you must progress upwardsstay clear from western walls in the bottom if thebasement is what you seek.They hear you, they feel your fear, they want you.Closing in 'round you, nails scratching at your core.Hold on to life, hold on to hope, don't let the candle go out.You don't want to see what lives in the dark.
ConfinementCastle in the dark, twisted halls of memories bound.I run through, lost and desperate, clinging to the dripping lifefrom my chest.My soul is splitting, my breathe is fading, my blood joining that ofthe many others before me.The doomed, the condemned, left here. To contemplate time,for the eons to come.
FeelVelvety lips brush on mine, my breathe gone.You're a daring thief, taking my breathe andheart in one quick swipe.Feelings have dawned, our shadows intertwined.