Every tear a silent evidence
Every tear a silent evidence
To the ghosts’ lament and sorrow spent
Within the wood, the grief is stored
A melancholic tale forever stored
Tears fall silently, soaked in grain
So, listen close to the creaking floor
And hear the echoes of tears’ implore
For in the quiet, the whispers scream
Trapped in the wood where sorrows dream
Each drop a shadow, a fleeting flood
In the hidden dark, where tears are good
Tears fall silently, soaked in grain
Where once was laughter now remains
A silent sorrow, the wood’s
The tears’ descent, a ghostly dance
In the underbelly, where phantoms prance
The floorboards cradle each drop of woe
In their solemn depth, secrets flow
Tears fall silently, soaked in grain
Underneath the wood’s dark guise
Sorrow’s echo in silence lies
The tears that fall are not in vain
But a cryptic story of pain and gain
The wood absorbs with each mournful drop
Till the echoes of the past finally stop
Tears fall silently, soaked in pain
In shadows where forgotten hopes must rust
There lie the letters lost to time’s cruel jest
Each page a whisper of dreams left unjust
Buried in dust where hidden secrets rest
Ink-stained confessions, passion’s pale light
Now smothered by neglect’s unholy blight
In shadows where forgotten hopes must rust
The dreams and letters, lost beneath the night
A pile of memories, once vivid, now a blur
Where love’s sweet promises and regrets intertwine
They mold and decay, a sordid sepulcher
A story of the past in a dust-laden shrine
The wooden beams creak with the weight of their shame
While dreams lie entombed in a darkened flame
A pile of memories, once vivid, now a blur
Whispering forgotten truths through the grime
In the floor’s embrace, where secrets find repose
Among the cobwebs and the insects’ crawl
Are dreams unspoken, love letters’ final prose
Trapped in decay, where the shadows enthrall
Time’s cruel grip holds each unsealed intent
A monument to wishes that never went
In the floor’s embrace, where secrets find repose
The dust reveals what the silence won’t tell
Beneath the boards, where daylight never dares
The echoes of desires lay cold and still
Dreams that once soared now trapped in silent lairs
Are swallowed by the darkness, as if by will
The letters’ ink, a ghost of passion’s stain
Now nothing but memories of what’s in vain
Beneath the boards, where daylight never dares
The shadows dance to a forgotten thrill
The dust collects on dreams and letters worn
A testimony of what was left behind
Their stories, now by time and sorrow torn
Are swallowed by the dark, their fate enshrined
In this hidden crypt, where the past’s buried deep
Lies a silent vigil, where lost hopes weep
The dust collects on dreams and letters worn
In a final resting place, forlorn
With every creak, a ghostly sigh reveals
The weight of what was once passionately said
Love’s confessions lost to the void’s cruel reels
Now drift in dust where they are softly bled
The floorboards cradle all that’s lost and gone
In their dark embrace, the past lingers on
With every creak, a ghostly sigh reveals
The echoes of love’s sweet, unheeded call
These relics lie where light will never breach
In silence, they await the day’s cruel jest
What once was fervent now is out of reach
Shrouded in dust, in darkness, they find rest
The floor’s own secrets, in shadows, are kept
Where forgotten letters and lost dreams are swept
These relics lie where light will never breach
In their dusty tomb, forever to weep
From depths beneath, a shiver cold and grim
The chill of despair seeps through the wooden seams
A whisper in the dark, an eerie, shadowed hymn
That rises from below and haunts our waking dreams
In dust and decay, the sorrow finds its throne
A frozen touch from secrets left alone
The chill of despair seeps through the wooden seams
From depths beneath, where silence makes its home
In every creak, a voice of anguish groans
As dread ascends from where the darkness hides
The wooden beams reveal their haunted tones
A symphony of fears that shudder and divide
The heart grows cold as terror’s breath draws near
While hope retreats to shadows of despair
In every creak, a voice of anguish groans
From depths below where light and warmth disappear
Through splintered cracks, a cold wind twists and moans
Breathing life into a frost-kissed phantom’s plight
It dances through the rooms with hollow groans
A chilling symphony that banishes the light
The warmth once known now shivers in retreat
As dread becomes a phantom’s icy feat
Through splintered cracks, a cold wind twists and moans
A ghostly chill that wraps our hearts in night
The frost of anguish rises, unconfined
It coils around the beams and spreads its gloom
A creeping cold that chills the very mind
And claims the warmth, entombing joy in tomb
Each breath becomes a mist of sorrowed air
proof of fears we cannot bear
The frost of anguish rises, unconfined
And cloaks our hearts in its relentless gloom
Beneath the floorboards, sorrow’s chill pervades
A shiver in the dark that shrouds the soul
It seizes dreams and every hope cascades
Into a frigid grip that takes its toll
The ice of despair wraps tight around our fears