A room of haunt
upon worry of 'personal paranoia'
old lad' lived and died 'ea
ghostal screams echoing, heard through deep tunnels it was like...
the sound, must have scarpered - vibrated like technology
the phone charged a ringing, yet no one was on the receiver,
nor the other end of the line
it was a self-explained danger, and couldn't be any stranger
the only footsteps stuttering and squeeking treacles were the sweetness of rats
they'd die for cheese, in this dead living house
if you can see invisble, only with illusions of visible vision
might you say this haunt is a form of imagination?
in this house
a room of haunt
upon worry of 'personal paranoia'
old lad' lived and died 'ea
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