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.Retro-Bution.
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IP:
As I Enter the House, Creak's Echo and Bounce off the wall's
Rat's, Moth's Scamper Into The Darkened Murky Hall's
5 Step's and The Floorboard's Loosen and Threaten To Give Way
My Windpipe Ceased to make a Utter, I Had Nothin' to say
Conscience Played Trick's, Of Image's Fluttering By
Dead People i Visioned, a Man Hung from the ceiling,By his Tie
It was like a Movie, everything Surreal, Unbelievable but yet i could feel tension
I did not wish to remain, Fear Trickled Into My Mind, My stay did'nt need a extension
Shadow's Shifted among Torn Wall's and Splintered Door's
Another Humane Figure, Motionless On All Four's
It was a kid, a victim of a assault or Murder, Evil Loomed
Shitted Myself, Stampeded to the door *Turn's doorknob but door will not open* a Rasping Voice call's out "You Have Met Your Doom"
I Swivel around to catch a Glimpse of the Origine of the Chilling Voice
Wishing not to suffer the same doom of various other's ..i grab my Knife and end my Life I simply had No Choice...
...Eyesight Fade's as i recall memorie's Then...Conscience Evade's |