House of Horrors-The Creation
B.I.D
*Kinda silent for my liking..yo Al’
where ya @? Fuck..wheres the door?
Shit..wot was that? Ahhh..
Somebody..he’ uh*

The things that go bump in the night outta sight
Here to freight, grabbin ya soul, grasping it Tight
Still I cant find the Light, only one sense in Use
Its so fuckin’ scary I’m suffering Mental Abuse
Time to Fuse..my fear..and let a scream Out
If Peace came in water I’d be handling a Drought
Looking about..bewildered by the Pitch darkness
Begging for a glimmer but its Utterly Sparkless
Sightless..cataract Vision..w/ Breathless Submission
Ignoring superstition..i jus wait it out & Listen
To the Hissin..& to the Horrors of this House
I’d shout to the Rafters but I lost my word of Mouth
My Churning goes South..of ripped up Insides
Anatomy feels deteriorated..by what lies Behind
In due Kind..i feel a breath touch the surface of Skin
While my will runs away.. inturn to my next of Kin
Is it a Sin?. .overzealous thought? Or jus an Illusion?
Or pent up Anxiety that’s jus locked up Confusion
Finally turn around to hopefully see wot may Lye
Exasperation…a fate of a laugh or I may Die!

*upto you wot happens next
du with it wot ya will*

Al'
Can You Feel It In The Air, The Mysterious Mist That Scares And Scars
Creatures Wail To The Stars With Features That’re Layered In The Dark
Prepare For The Arc And Story-Caper From Allegory The Vader
About The Mission To The House Of An 18th Century Mayor
Who’d Been Known From Keeping Young Boys In His Cellar At Night
Orphans And Homeless Children, Chained And Deprived Of Light
And The Rumors Of What He Did To Them, He Didn’t Dare To Say
But He’d Been Getting Calls That Noises Were Being Heard In The Day
Postmen And Women Delivered Packages To The Houses Next Door
And Said They Saw Little Fingers Coming Out Of The Porches Floor Boards
Of The Old Mayors House, But When They Turned It Was Deathly Quiet
And When They Peeked In The Blackened Windows, There Was Nothing Inside It
So We Got The Call October 16, Brixton And KoNcept Were Busy
And Jacent Was So Rusty He Couldn’t Spit Shit If His Ass Lip Sinced
So We Jetted, It Was Late, But We Had To See What We Could Find
We Thought Of Asking Some Neighbors, But Suddenly, They Shut All Their Blinds
I Went To Knock, But The Door Opened Itself, I Guess From The Wind
We Stepped In, A Wall Formed Behind Us Where The Door Had Once Been