Beneath The house

by Amber   Oct 21, 2005


This house hangs black, with seeping darkness,
With each memory cut deep,
I feel as if I'm haunted forever,
These scars in me I keep.

The tension and hate circle's it's roof,
In which this house will forever stand tall,
I will remain forever so,
Hidden and trapped within these horrible black walls.

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