Haunting whispers ,
fill the air .
A chill runs up
my spine .
Abandon rooms and corriedors ,
left broken and lonley .
Darkness Creeping
at every corner ,
holds despretly to
dim moonlite.
Cracked windows
slowly breaking away .
Tattered drapery
left tarnished and old,
losing all beauty
it once held close .
Creeking doors
hang from it's rusty
forgetten hinges .
This place
This dark relm
Haunts me in my nitmares
Chases away all my sanity .
And yet
. . .
I dont want To Let Go
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