In this house the walls have eyes,
Voices whisper, anger never dies.
Echoes break the silence, the night cracks,
Every scream still lingers, cutting back.
Even when I’m alone, I’m never free,
Their voices crawl inside of me.
Cobweb thoughts weave guilt and pain,
I drown in echoes of their blame.
Tick-tock, the clock at 3 AM,
Heralds the haunt that will condemn.
Hold your breath, don’t let them hear,
Phantoms of their sins are floating near.
Frozen still, I can’t escape—
This haunted house, my morbid fate.
Peeling walls, the stench of mold,
Secrets buried, never told.
Insects march across my skin,
Ashes of vitality where pain begins.
Hair-strands on the floor, shame in the air,
My sickness ignored, they never care.
An exile trapped by watching eyes,
Their silent judgment never dies.
Dripping roof, I count the stains,
Every drop repeats their names.
Hold your breath, don’t let them hear,
Phantoms of their sins are floating near.
Frozen still, I can’t escape—
This haunted house, my morbid fate.
"Swallowed cries, my throat is torn…”
Sleep paralysis, I cannot run,
The hellhound bites, my soul undone.
I’m a trapped soul, denied to live,
My feelings haunt them, love they fear to give.
Thunder roars, the shadows glide,
I close my eyes, with fear inside.
Morning sun will never stay,
Night’s frosty grip won’t fade away.
Explosions rage, no peace, no light,
Close your eyes—here you lie.
