Nights Of December

Rooms that scream their silent screams Walls painted with blood Here is nothing what it seems Here is nothing good The lights are strong, they burn your eyes Like memories burn them This house is living it’s own life And no one’s here to blame The creaks from doors are filled with lies And all those crazy feelings Creep inside our brains like flies And faces in the ceiling And when this night is dead and gone This I shall remember; Danger leaves in early morn But returns in late December