612 Broadway

Some houses leave an impression . . .

Boiling sable waves
Cancer in the well
Roots of evil drinking
Nourishment from hell

Beside a crumbling clapboard
With a gently sagging roof
Jagged window mouths
Begging to speak the truth

The Horror has long since faded
The children have all died
Memories of the blood
On basement walls has dried

Phantoms from beyond
The reach of salvation
Trailing ragged nails
On the tender face of creation

This is a place of nightmares
Where the darkness goes to feast
A place of constant sunset
A place to tame the beasts

Beware the screaming clocks
The faces in the shade
The grass that sleeps forever
The sickle handed glades

Touch nothing looking sweet
Help no one in despair
For the dancing shadows
Say a silent prayer

In this place of rotting soil
Where god cannot hear
In this place of barren earth
Temptation is ever near

Here is the path
To permanent reservation
The binding agreement
From which there is no salvation.

-Shawhan-