13 August 2012
Eerie feelings here, As the buildings lay unused. The paths here are empty, And the flowers dead, unmused.
And inside the manor house. Where a hundred dead still lay Underneath the stone floors Bones left from decay.
You can feel their eyes. As if theres a million piercing your soul. Etching in their pain, Wanting it to consume you whole.
©Odd
Creeksea • Opuss № I