I hurriedly rush past tree after tree.

And I only see what I want to see.

My big lonely house, I leave behind.

The thickening mist is making me blind.

 

I see my mansion gates, black and tall.

I can’t see beyond them, nothing at all.

I grip the locks with hands cold and pale.

Every time I try to escape, I always fail.

 

I let go of the bars, after I shake the gate.

I return to my house, my children await.

This is a sinister house, morning to night.

A silent house, devoid of all natural light.

 

A house of stories, desperate to be told.

A house were warm spots, turn to cold.

I go to bed and with my 2 children I sleep.

Deep down, I have a dark secret to keep.