lostpoet

There is this ooky, feeling

Creeping from the walls that are breathing

In this house that holds so many memories,

And up the stairs, is a man that cannot run down.



I jump the fiery circles and bust through the glass

Burning, burning down -

The house with so many memories -



There is a spooky feeling

Like someone is watching me

From through the darkness of my room

So sinister are these wall, are these rooms

Where screams are eternal



Behind the reflecting glass

Inside wonderland

Beyond those closed

Childhood eye - the yelling

And anger cracks the heart



Love, that was love is no more

Call me into the room, hold me close

And tell me goodbye, call me closer

And let me go - even this stranded place

Is better than no place at all.



Ive cut my flesh to forget

Ive cut my skin to bleed

Ive cut so deep, Ive let your

Memories go - let you free



But still I lay awake at night, I keep

My eyes wide open - I dream of daylight

At night - for your voice is so cold

Your love, so old it needs to be buried



My heart, my fragile heart - it wants to love

Not like you, not like you -

And my soul, weeps as I am called closer

Inside, inside my mind to help find

That light you took from me, that hope

You craved, to feed the emptiness

To feed your ego -

Ominous, ive let you become

In the shadows, in the baleful world

Of shadows,



Now that I love now that I bleed

You are free



Inside that house

There is a spooky feeling

With the wall that breath

And the man upstairs who can not

Run down, while the fire burn

I shatter myself through the windows

Escaping the house with so many memories



They no longer call me, they no longer want me

Because you are free,