Controls the Dark, Controls the Mood

There’s something here, there’s something here. But it’s of the old, of the past, of yesteryear Why does it cry, why does it move Controls the dark, controls the mood The doors that open, the stairs that creak When nothing’s there by visual means What does it want, what does it need Ice in the room, fear as I breathe There’s something here. There’s something here. There’s something here.