I live in the sleeping house
In total silence
All alone
No one is here
Nobody else than me
I'm sitting in my secluded room
By myself
Am the only one that is awake
Not another soul in sight
Everything seems so unreal
Like as in a dream
The gloomy atmosphere has settled In as a thick fog
Trying to disguise the worries
But still the translucent troubles and tragedies of my ridged reality shines trough the transparent lace curtains
There is no hiding the hurtful truth
The sadness of my meaningless existence is reflected in the darkness of the walls which seem to be caving in on me
Suffocating me, weakening me with its tight grip around my presence in this haunted house
