something’s no longer pretty proper
some thing’s awry, amiss
i’m able to’t pretty put
my finger on it

everytime i step foot
into that house
my spine
gets an eerie feeling
a relax like none
i’ve ever felt earlier than

the dust shows
nothing actions
all is settled
however i experience something else
the creeping cold
and creakiness
a presence
is to be felt

untold stories
lie inside those partitions
even though the beyond is in the back of
some thing screams a silent scream
wanting to mention what it’s miles
that causes this area to hurl

i feel the force of the unsaid
what’s left is greater than simply me
in this empty house
where i step