House on the Shore

These halls echo with the sound of hatred and fear The walls are practically covered in blood Incredibly malevolent things have happened here And I still remain under the tiles and mud The ocean breeze slips through the window Sweeping across the place I know, Chilling the air inside the door Icy and dark- this house on the shore I’m left here as a story to be told, Instead of resting in the ground My soul has never been graced by the earth Nor my remains, ever been found Evil still lingers in the air here This house of hatred- house of fear I need you to find me I need you to set me free But it never happens In time you’ll leave like the others before It’s not your fault that your afraid But still, I remain in this house on the shore