In this old house of memories, everything was left to burn.
The old picture frames that hung there, disappeared, but these are the stories I learned.
whatever the outcome at the end.
It's time to bury a friend.
I have scratched my way through these wooden floors.
Cobwebs, they hung outside the bedroom door.
skeletons in every corner, of every room.
I am hanging my memories on each of your goons.
whatever the outcome at the end.
It's time now to bury a friend.
In the walls lived something horribly unreal.
The sounds, horrifically they crawled, and oh so scared I did feel.
In every room, something had touched me.
To feel but not to see.
These visitors, they come at night.
Watch out!! they may bite.
Whatever the outcome at the end.
It's time now to bury a friend.
©terrylin53
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