Drifting through night, lost are the souls who can never take flight

This house that was a home, will now lay to rest these once fragile bones of those who can no longer attest.
For the air became tight, as he sealed me up that night.
Listen to the laughter that once filled these halls, and take note as it speaks of the many great falls. In your eyes was the blood of the bodies you’ve buried. Laid to rest in the floor boards that belonged to little sweet Mary.
I still hear their screams in the middle of the night as I cried out the window suffocated in fright.
This house is a home in which I am captive.
Sailing alone in this world without a captain.


Author: TheSingleCurl25

Just your not so typical smiling, bubbly single mom with a whirl of curls and an attitude to match it!

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