haunted house
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Speak to me, they do
The Whispers in the halls
Another's thoughts persue me
Just waiting for the fall
A path unto insanity
A mind's own hollow room
For I cannot control them
Memories closing in
Shadows of the past
Windows breaking
Glimmering shards
Upon the floor
Walls large and daunting
No reflection in the mirror
You don't exist
A wisp of fog rolling by
As I look out my window on Haalloween night
Oh, wha a fright?
Te stars above
Ca how me love
The on
Makes me son
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Inthi Hunted house
