Rain floods through broken windows
Lightning burning the outside life
Me sitting in a corner with black tears falling
Doors creaking throughout the house

A voice calls to me
Slowly I stand
Walking on broken wings
Repeating the foul voice echoes

Ghosts floating by to remind me of insanity
That retched voice growing louder
Crashes of metal sounding as life breaks apart

Up creaking stairs
Raspy breaths I hear from inside an open door
Dark inside, lights shot, and windows clouded

White floods my frozen eyes
Fear flowing through my numb body

Slowly walking in the room
One gust of the artic wind blows
I’m now face to face with darkness himself

A shot sounds through the empty house
A fallen soul is now to enter
He looks down upon his once known body
White eyes still glowing
His new found freedom he adores

 
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