My house is small and by the river,
Souls float down while they wither, I like to keep the windows cracked,
The ghosts sometimes like a midnight snack,
My cloak blows in the summer breeze,
It's almost like its scared of me,
I have not seen the rain in years,
Oh well,
It's one of my fears,
I can hear a ghost right now,
I can hear my cat meow,
Sometimes it gets really lonely,
The ghosts,
Oh they know me,
They hide under the floorboards,
Whenever I sleep they scream in c chord,
Sometimes the demons screech,
It's almost like they care about me,
My house is old and run down,
The creatures are just friends I found.


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