"in the house where he died"
By haunted
a house that's so cold
a voice stops the heart
decomposing eyes
a shadow in the dark
i asked who it was
could it do it again...
a crucifix crashes
and it did it right then
a shadow on the wall
hair stands on end
in this place i call home
is my tormented friend
rapping on the walls
foot steps in the halls
he's always by my side
in the house where he died
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Copyright 2018 haunted
Published on Monday, May 7, 2018.
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