Lost on an abandoned road,
Wander, waiting for a sign of life.
Everything’s dead.
The dreary day grows darker still,
As I grown only tired.
Nobody comes.
A house popping out,
In the distance,
In shambles breaking down.
The clouds grow thicker,
The storm awaits it’s screaming burst of energy.
Climbing up each stair creaks,
Darker inside than out.
Winds grow to a shriek,
So loud I can’t hear my heart.
Blocking my ears,
Eyes shut tight,
‘Til all grows still.
I open my eyes to the piles of wood.
The abandoned house beyond the hill,
Hasn’t existed for awhile now,
And now I remember…



I’m dead.