I always visit this old house
With a white picket fence
I'm filled with remorse
Like I lost my only chance
In the hallway hang portraits
Of people unknown to me
But I feel they can relate
To what's happening to me
As I ascend the staircase
I feel how my heart race
I feel eyes pierce my back
It totally throws me off track
I turned around to see
Whose eyes are piercing me
A maiden in a white dress
Begging me to confess
Her rifle aimed at me
Terrified she will shoot me
And she fires, alarm beeps
And wake me from my sleep
©lenni-x
L