2 July 2012
The paint's chipped, piles lie on the ground,
Dust outlines the shadows of objects never found,
The cobwebs of beauty that lace each door way,
Wherever the darkness falls is where it is to stay.
How the hopes and dreams have crumbled,
Surround the grave as the occupant mumbles,
Screech in fear of the sights never seen,
Discover the trail of where they've been...
Though the chandelier shatters to the ground,
Shards of crystal all never found,
The housekeeper will soon be pleased,
Once his and all other souls have been freed.
Disturb The Dust • Opuss № I