The Haunted House

This is the tale of my haunted house My house used to be lively, happy, young It used to be free, loving, calm It was surrounded by colorful flower garden Its used to alive, green, beautiful But my ingredients changed My building materials changed Now the inside looks like the outside, and vice versa The negative has taken its full control The opposite direction to which I follow offers no solutions My numbers slimming I sit alone in my haunted house Through the screams, the squeaky noise and the shadows Afraid to move, afraid to breathe, afraid to be heard Afraid to die alone.