Forgotten Dreams
A mansion of forgotten dreams
Left on the porch
Strewn across the parlor
Dripping down the stairwell
Like lies upon a window
That never opens up its heart
Voices in the corridors
Demons in the attic
Cold depression in the cellar
A lamp that won’t start
The smell of death
In every room
A stench I cannot manage
But endure because I must
There’s nothing here but loneliness
And a tattooed tear
I fear that this living
Never meant to last
As I stare upon the winter
Of my life
I realize I have died
Never went to heaven
Never went to hell
I am here until the end of time
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