Driving down the watchful lane
My car choked, so I stopped at a scene
A false image or a dying shadow
Sitting by the window, a surreal widow
Smiling from the mirrors reflection
An awkward feint delusional reaction
Upon the quivered candle flames
Flickers her dark lustful eyes in claims
Maybe it's an illusion or a trick of my mind
As my body has fallen, weak by this find
This place seems, full of buried secrets
Along the sound of wild crickets
The horror adventure plays within my sight
Ghosts hovering everywhere in white
I closed my eyes to silence my mind
To weave off the horrific sight of all kind
But something grabbed my leg from behind
My voice echoed to beg and I began to unwind
Yet another mystery buried underground
My car engine raced all of a sudden,
I shook off the scenery, and turned around...


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