Dark, deep, cold haunted places
Forgotten horrors, bony faces
Corpses n' blood, calling breezes
Mangled bones, choking wheezes
Creaking, crawling, howls and cries
Ghosts, skeletons, everything dies
Blood stains, burns, fabric torn
Every room looks forlorn
Gloomy and depressing this dark house stands
The broken wood, splinters reaching out like hands
It needs repairs and gleeful fixes
Furniture, flowers and colorful mixes
This house is not a house but a broken soul
Whose happy life has taken a terrible toll
No one there to help or reach out
Wandering lonely, out n' about
People pass on by without a care
No one helps or even stops to stare
This house will break down soon
Collapsing under the light of the moon
It crashes and crumbles
Creaks and rumbles
The soul is in pieces, cold and dead
This was what was always in dread
Too fragile, too weak, to stay upright
Others to afraid to shed their light
Memory of the fallen rack there minds
The remembrance of death really binds
Help was scarce and left alone
Now all that's left is skin and bone
So many souls break down and die
Because the others were way to shy
Fallen souls lay unmoving
Death and pain, lay proving
We cannot be alone to despair
And finally go beyond repair
A broken soul, a broken house
Whose cries were as loud as a mouse
No one to hear and no one to care
Now the guilty has pain to bear
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