Middle of somewhere in a dark place shedding ghosts that seem to never tire of playing. From one room drifts an echo in pain listen closer for you it could be the same. In another room where objects once shined passing of time has tarnished such beauty. Be careful as you step on aged tear stained wood splinters hurt too.
Room 316 Lamplighter Motel bible in hand praying for understanding as rain streaks down sole window pane. Lying in bed, alone listening to my demons curse the ghosts playing in my head, jealous they torch the dead. Room 316 peaceful moments do not exist as rain streaks down sole window pane imagining the moon shall rescue gift beautiful.