Just a room,
Or so you thought,
You'll be dead soon,
Your life, you bought.
The creaking of doors,
The rotting of floorboards,
There's even more,
Got no time to get bored!
The doors swing open,
The windows, too,
You never spoken,
You are unable to...
Desolation is what haunts you!
Your house filled with smashed glass,
You fall to your feet, and only then,
do you get a glance,
Of the Ghost,
Said to of been
Corrupting you...
