Chapter 2 - Welcom Wagon (Or Lack Thereof)
Submitted December 22, 2006 Updated February 11, 2007 Status Incomplete | A prose-poem style story about a house that haunted by little girls and Satanists. haha enjoy.
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Chapter 2 - Welcom Wagon (Or Lack Thereof)
Chapter 2 - Welcom Wagon (Or Lack Thereof)
Welcome Wagon (Or Lack Thereof)
Dear, open the door
This fragile structure reads falling apart
Unpack your bags and fill the emptiness
Shed light on rust-stained window sills
I'm lying on this soon to be bed
Wondering if this choice could've been better
I'll sit here crying to my heart's content
Please, sleep fulfill my wish
Can't count on waking up to this miserable heap
When you can't count the days you're miserable
I tired of this,
I'm not moving anymore
This is my last wish,
To live here forever more
Find the dark in place of where
This figure once stood,
There's nothing there
Don't beat yourself up over it
You've just gone and created
A dream-figure on a hot summer day
I'm going to find my place here
You can't tell me otherwise,
I'm going to stick around
Underneath my happy disguise
Dear, open the door
This fragile structure reads falling apart
Unpack your bags and fill the emptiness
Shed light on rust-stained window sills
I'm lying on this soon to be bed
Wondering if this choice could've been better
I'll sit here crying to my heart's content
Please, sleep fulfill my wish
Can't count on waking up to this miserable heap
When you can't count the days you're miserable
I tired of this,
I'm not moving anymore
This is my last wish,
To live here forever more
Find the dark in place of where
This figure once stood,
There's nothing there
Don't beat yourself up over it
You've just gone and created
A dream-figure on a hot summer day
I'm going to find my place here
You can't tell me otherwise,
I'm going to stick around
Underneath my happy disguise
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