Poem time
Comming up with this off the top of me head
Whistiling wind
Boarded up windows
Creaky floorboards
Goulish moans
Thats all thats left
Scorched furniture
Holes in the wall
The cold cement
On my bare feet
Shattered glass
Cuts them deep
Falling down staircase
I accend
Dust enters my eyes
Opening the door to your old room
Memories come flooding back
The bed we used to lay on
The floor we used to sit on
The mirror we would look in
We were so beautiful then
That was a long time ago
50 years to be exact
I take my last breath
Lying on the bed
Dreaming of you
Creaking floorboards beneath me
Yeah I know its not cheery but hell I think its good.
Whistiling wind
Boarded up windows
Creaky floorboards
Goulish moans
Thats all thats left
Scorched furniture
Holes in the wall
The cold cement
On my bare feet
Shattered glass
Cuts them deep
Falling down staircase
I accend
Dust enters my eyes
Opening the door to your old room
Memories come flooding back
The bed we used to lay on
The floor we used to sit on
The mirror we would look in
We were so beautiful then
That was a long time ago
50 years to be exact
I take my last breath
Lying on the bed
Dreaming of you
Creaking floorboards beneath me
Yeah I know its not cheery but hell I think its good.