All alone in my room
where the goblins whale, and the wind goes boom,
I sit alone in the corner with flickering lights
with visions of death I'm not feeling quite right.
delving deep in to my outstretched mind
feeling weary i got in to my bed i climbed,
my mind stained with scribbling's of ink spilt ramblings'
visions' of demons and witches
and unholy tampering's.

The eerie halls creaked as I sat up in bed
I saw a man in my room
I reached for the light
it was all in my head.

I arose from my slumbering grave
never too shy and never too brave.
down the towering stairs where the portraits came alive
a thing of nightmares, in the dark the monsters thrive.
they try and tell me it isn't the house to blame
but I'm a prisoner of my own mind
I have gone insane.