there is a house
painted by old-blood
it stink
make me wanna puke
I can't remember the original color if there were one.
Inside it's almost dark
the floor is some organic meat
that sweat blood when you walk on it
I can hear a heartbeat
Everything looks the same, smelling the loneliness
This emptiness is a disgusting mess
I want to clean it up but I can't!
My body is on the floor I'm just the mind
Visiting the horror house from who I run away
I'm confused now, I don't know how to repair it
I was supposed to be a safe place
Now I'm just haunted by myself
I'm the ghost of my body
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