October 23, 2012
Ghostly screams fill my dreams.
Bloody walls at the end of halls.
Apparitions in the corner.
Morose rooms I do not enter.
Creaky floors and heavy doors.
Open gates lead to gloomy moors.
No light fed, but many tears are shed.
Cold nights, and lonely days.
I can not leave but I can not stay.
Peeping eyes see my ways.
Though they threaten to kill I can not go.
Here I'll stay forever haunted, forever alone.

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