No life in the dark
The musky smell the silence echo
The house empty
Windows broken shard of glasses everywhere
The drug addicts use it
Fix it and disappear
The filth of leaving
No life in the dark
Owners never return
Forget about homes
Leaving it empty
Crying in the late night
Of ghosts living
Of lights floating around
Eyes playing tricks
So say the non-believers
Dust and empty crib
Displaying in the house
Nothing to tell
Only nights the soft whispering
Some say it is a child crying
Others say don’t walk in
It is a different world
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