The house was dead before the fall,
Its windows black, no light at all.
Something breathed beneath the floor
Not living. Not anymore.
The fire burned without a flame
The clocks all stopped but whispered names.
The walls were wet with something thick,
The air itself began to stick.
A mouth behind the mirror grew
“What did you do?”
You said it once. just once to her,
That lie wrapped soft in love...