Turn in your chair, look to the grandfather clock
Tick-tocking in the corner of the room
As you are seated behind old mahogany
The room almost a meeting room, musty & dull
Skeletons of the past residents here
Behind the panelled walls except one
That old friend who sits staring suggestively
Saying what who knows, those hallowed hollow holes
Piercing the air from the deceiving alleyway below
Behind the solemn body of the old man
Who broke down and cried at the loss of his dreams
In depraved departure
Their desire for no-one to encroach on a silent existence
Unwittingly unknown by the lonely souls
Who frequent their phantasmic havens
Amongst rodent ridden homes
Through fungal formed windows peer
See the broken stones on the outside walls of here
See the cobbled floor and the bloodied door
Where the secrets of insanity lay
Behind the statues grim and grey
Where you entered to (the) sounds of a weeping funeral
Emanating from those statues below the loose fervent painting
Of static waters in the fountains of sterile life
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