There is a secret that hides in my house's walls.
A deep dark secret that kills me.
The smile on the children's faces.
The parties that take place here.
Deep within the walls of this house,
A secret awaits for me.
A deep dark secret that kills.
A deep dark secret that haunts.
In the walls of this house.
In the old, moldy walls of this house,
In the darkness of the misty air,
In the attic and the basement,
Spirits lurk.
I lay in my warm bed.
Blankets cover me.
I feel the warmth of my breath,
The winter air cold and dreary.
School is to come in ten minutes.
I will again lay here depressed later,
And think about reality.
In the depths of my house,
In the ground,
In the walls,
In the nooks and crannies,
And overall in the dirt that lay beneath,
Dark secrets lurk.
It starts off small, but then progresses,
Year after year, the spirits within the structure.
There could be one,
There could be one hundred for all I know.
I am scared.
The house's nature makes me question,
If the whole idea of life,
Is nothing but a game.
Is nothing but a dirty lie.
I am scared.
I am petrified.
I am bewildered.
My mental capacity has decreased in logic.
Over the years my thoughts decay.
My thoughts turn into garbage,
Literal garbage.
And then the spirits awakened for good.
