How the stairs creek in this empty house
the stains stand out against the cobweb
the dirt is more alive than not
follow me, step by step, all over the house
Oh, was this the spot that sucked her blood?
And this, maybe a relic of their love?
How come these telltale stains stay behind?
Dead lovers should be more private
The creeking stairs to Hellish Heaven
they creek before I walk them
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-05-04 15:59:04
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