Stay for a moment, listen too this story. Let your mind be haunted by the horrors of my soul.

Tick tock, tick tock. Time flows on as the clock calls out, Echoing off the marble walls.

    Screams resound these hallow halls.

Drip drop, drip drop, water dripping from claws of the gargoyle,  scarlet dripping from the teeth of the blade.

Blood dribbled out the cracks of the door,

     flowing out these hallow halls.

Screams composed of silence,

silence a resounding scream.

Goulish shadows dance walls engoulfing  all source of light.

Moonlight caught within dead branches, pale streaks hit the windows.

The windows are glassy eyes,          

the hallow halls is a shattering soul.

The  bloody knife slits the skin.

All hidden behind a mask of stone, waiting for someones light to break through.

Look around you, open your yes to the horrors of the darkness.

Can you see past their mask?

Or do you hide from the horrors.

Are your eyes open?

Do you ask if they are okay?

Do you let the darkness ravage their sould or will you step in too help them.

Tick tock, drip drop

Look past the mask, or be haunted by the horrors of the soul.