House On The HillThe house on the side of the hill.
Slanted and bright. Deceiving looks hold
a 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 enraged
shouts and curses. The damned have taken hold, your soul
Run from this place, never look back.
Don't make my mistake, don't go upstairs
don't go down.
Avoid the 3rd floor if you must progress upwards
stay clear from western walls in the bottom if the
basement 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 life
from my chest.
My soul is splitting, my breathe is fading, my blood joining that of
the 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 and
heart in one quick swipe.
Feelings have dawned, our shadows intertwined.