For once you're catched by the fear
When walls are covered bloddy tears
In mansion only few are breathing
The last hope' playing is by teasing
From room to room, from door to door
There is an exit you're searching for
And at the turn there's someone waiting
Your flesfh for them smells like a baiting
With every hour passing by
The horror pushes you to die
Your hope has melt, soon all for end
Your will for life was finally bent.
In agony of mourning fey
You realise that's last your day.
Spark of life burned down to dust...
Downfall
© Copyright: Гилберт Явик, 2009
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