The House of Memories

Along the floor reveals death with its own creation.

Spilled blood stains the floor with its own incantation.

This desolate place of moral reality and pain.

It has shed all life within every vein.

The sun shines through the aging blinds.

While old furniture sits where it was left behind.

Past memories still lie in every inch of the house.

This deserted broken home that has no way out.

Dust lingers along the oak and maple floors.

Revealing a feeling of doubt once you open the door.

A great sense hope still lurks within this house.

When you find the key to suffering without doubt.

Replaced by noise, silence comes once again.

As you walk up the stair case that creaks and descends.

Along the stairs is an old oak rail.
It reveals a memory of lives that failed.

As you stare up to wards the second floor hall.

you look down then begin to fall.

Dizziness approaches every bit of
your mind.

Awaken by darkness only to find.

You were part a lie and a victim of crime.

The memories still hold as you begin to die.

Under the floor boards are you stored till the end.

This house is a deserted death trap that stealthily blends.

Your time is up now and you have no way out.

Only time can determine your life as you scream and shout.

But this house is old and its the perfect place and time.

Grappled by death you die at the drop of a dime.