That house stands on hill,
It is darker than night,
It infuses the fear,
It will stand here long time.
Air in house is dead,
Seals on doors are destroyed.
All of constructions are cracked,
Here is hole in the floor.
People slammed its doors,
Children drew on its walls,
Windows are broken by boy,
This house, it didn't burn.
House remembers our change,
House remembers and waits for revenge.
He's alive, he kills,
The house of broken dreams.
Door was slammed behind,
You turn on a lantern,
Here is very dark,
You will die here, my friend.
The house will avenge for all,
House is tired by fail,
You are falling in hole,
Basement will be your grave.
House of broken dreams
© Copyright: Ильен Коулг, 2011
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This house seems a monster to me. just set it on fire.
T.
Талья Штерн 21.06.2011 23:45 • Заявить о нарушении
T.
Талья Штерн 21.06.2011 23:45 • Заявить о нарушении