It's dark inside,
the rooms ravaged and the floors frayed,
not a soul would step foot.
Step back onto the grass that's dried,
and you wonder where's the aid,
but there's nothing to input.
You walk back to resume your route,
a body breezes past,
they open the door with no doubt,
you look back, it's you.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC
It's dark inside,
the rooms ravaged and the floors frayed,
not a soul would step foot.
Step back onto the grass that's dried,
and you wonder where's the aid,
but there's nothing to input.
You walk back to resume your route,
a body breezes past,
they open the door with no doubt,
you look back, it's you.