The Vacant Lot

Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched

All things untold

Stone upon stone

So foul, so cold

A shadow of old

Into the night

Driven by what none can see

Scarcely bound but hardly free

A shadow of old

A story untold

A gathering rot

The vacant lot

A stray dog send shivers down your spine

The remnant wall stand ever the same

Hair of the dog won't help you at all

The street's all deserted

We'll swallow you whole

Our minds intermingle a raven so black

A spiralling stairway keep calling

you back

Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip

Downwards in circles the deadliest trip

We mould you impassive all tainted and sore Abiding our master keep calling you

Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip

Downwards in circles the deadliest trip