Home of the Doomed

October 28, 2008
The windows of the house glare back like evile eyes. Watching waiting alwalys antisipating. Double sighted-seeing in seeing out. Its never in doubt. It breathes in the lifes that walk through the halls. Heart-beats andweak feet make prints that fade and blink. Death and life fly through the rooms. The house is a pit of doom. The windows glare and rain begins its tears

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