The House Of Silent Screams

As legend has it in these dark streets
Exists a manic mansion
So profound evil anyone who enters it
Will be devoured totally

In order to prove this I decided to visit
This haunted building
Armed with a notebook in order to write down
Anything I see and hear

I entered the old house on a cold autumn day
And was really disappointed
Only to find empty rooms covered with old dust
And nothing mystical in here

When the air condenses and the staircases creak
Breathless feels like pumping syrup through your lungs
When you rather want to flee with a piercing shriek
With a taste of putrescence on your tongue
Life here isn’t worth a thing

Blood red streams, horrifying scenes
In the house of silent screams
Weird dreams, gory extremes
In the house of silent screams

But as I tried to leave I always entered
The same room without windows
And then I felt it for the first time
That something is here

I don’t know through how many rooms I ran
Only to find an exit
But if someone reads this there is no hope for him
Oh god they are coming near