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Haunted
You think the halls are silent
travels led to abandoned home
set to never find it
far off trails they chose to roam
But something here's still living
the specter of once was
that these plastered walls groan and ache
but we landed here because
It is not the wind heard screaming
through aged and thinning glass
or vermin set to scurry
with each step as we go past
But we can listen closely
some can hear it, they say
the death rattle of us
that forged the path this way
The echoes of the fighting
wailing strangled heart
and broken plates, like promises
ragged edges thrown apart
We build it all on platitudes
never foundation set with stone
and I wont be left to haunt it
when you had set the tone
And I wont lie wait forever
I think we see that now
it way already set to demolish
I just never knew the how
But I can step free from the threshold
lock doors and leave you be
and the home we built for us
with be the last swallowed key
