The halls are always far too silent never loud enough to shadow the whispers of those hisses that lash from her keepers tongues. Always too clearly can she hear the smothered scorns that whip out from lips of lustful dream misled by promises holding only truth in lies The mouths of these watchfuls only coated with desire of a sweeter kind of life.
Scuffle through halls feet limp across the earth Every room locked from the insid a medal **** clicks all but a warning before the room full of what is never known would swallow these halls that are aimlessly wandered. The only wall left to guard the secrets would be swamped with the hidden of what might be best locked away. Yet when that day surfaces that the rooms fill and the things on the inside ooze through the creases of the doors when the halls of this house are no longer empty and the rooms once filled consume this home.