3 October 2012
Heavy air weighing down on my shoulders
Something was very wrong
The hair on my neck standing tall
Someone lives here after all
This one is not alive just outspoken
Just a grounded soul
Maybe tortured, maybe broken
The sinking feeling in my chest
Is telling me it's best left unknown
As I run down the stairs and out the front door
My heart was left scared on the floor
Green House • Opuss № I