The Broken House

the creaky boards sigh

as the clock ticks away

night darkens the sky

floors settle into a plie

as the clock ticks away

the wind will whoosh through cracks

floors settle into a plie

shadows of ink begin to act

the wind will whoosh through cracks

the black cat loosens a scream

shadows of ink begin to act

forms of nightmares – not a dream

the black cat loosens a scream

bittersweet clutches the walls

forms of nightmares – not a dream

ignore its deadly calls

bittersweet clutches the walls

hear an echo down the way

ignore its deadly calls

try to run, but too afraid

hear an echo down the way

midnight chimes – cuts as an axe

try to run, but too afraid

the dark poised to attack

midnight chimes – cuts as an axe

night darkens the sky

the dark poised to attack

the creaky boards sigh