Post by lanaia74 on Oct 4, 2007 7:02:01 GMT -5
When I inherited this big old gloomy house
I had no idea, I had family in Ireland, a place so steeped in mysticism and magic
This house is huge and so quiet and big, I bet you could even hear a mouse
In the dark, sometimes in the house, the darkness seems so very intense and very very thick.
I knew my origins were from this very old land that has so much history
But I had no idea, I had any family left, that lived here
The phone call I received about this place really surprised me
Now that I am here, so gloomy, sometimes my very being over flows with fear.
There is one place within the house I have not yet explored
Each time I try to descend the steps, for some reason I just freeze
Every time I do this the feeling is more intense, than the time before
Each time I open the door to the basement, I feel a cold chilling breeze.
I have no explanation, as to why things like this happen
The only thing I know they scare me half to death
Maybe it is because it is the unknown, things maybe from death's unknown den
The remnants of those that were once alive, their energy being left.
I don't know what lies beneath this house, but to me it feels like something evil
Not knowing why I feel this way, but in the basement, well here, I do not to play
In the basement, I really don't like the way I feel
In the midst of whatever is there, believe me, down there, I have no desire to stay.
One day, I get up the nerve to The try to explore this place that feels of death
So I slowly descend the stairs, and what I see, there is no explanation to amend
The air so cold and chilling, it takes my very breath
Then I see two coffins, I see now my very soul, I will have to defend.
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I had no idea, I had family in Ireland, a place so steeped in mysticism and magic
This house is huge and so quiet and big, I bet you could even hear a mouse
In the dark, sometimes in the house, the darkness seems so very intense and very very thick.
I knew my origins were from this very old land that has so much history
But I had no idea, I had any family left, that lived here
The phone call I received about this place really surprised me
Now that I am here, so gloomy, sometimes my very being over flows with fear.
There is one place within the house I have not yet explored
Each time I try to descend the steps, for some reason I just freeze
Every time I do this the feeling is more intense, than the time before
Each time I open the door to the basement, I feel a cold chilling breeze.
I have no explanation, as to why things like this happen
The only thing I know they scare me half to death
Maybe it is because it is the unknown, things maybe from death's unknown den
The remnants of those that were once alive, their energy being left.
I don't know what lies beneath this house, but to me it feels like something evil
Not knowing why I feel this way, but in the basement, well here, I do not to play
In the basement, I really don't like the way I feel
In the midst of whatever is there, believe me, down there, I have no desire to stay.
One day, I get up the nerve to The try to explore this place that feels of death
So I slowly descend the stairs, and what I see, there is no explanation to amend
The air so cold and chilling, it takes my very breath
Then I see two coffins, I see now my very soul, I will have to defend.
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