Donnerstag, 24. April 2014

Hunted House

Empty rooms
dusty air
full of memories
still so clear
heavy lies the air
dirty is the lair

shadows are wandering
unseen and unknown
like a whisper
just a hallow
touching with tender feathers
bearly through cold appearance

full of love and hate
buried into the walls
they are grabbing for your heart
pulling on your mind
run as long as you can breathe
only the dead are here to release


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