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House of Frosted-Glass
As the rain falls
I can hear her screams
They wake me up at night
Disturbing my dreams
Sometimes I can see her face
through the frosted glass
Her eyes are hollow and haunted
As she chases memories of the past
Her eyes are red and puffy
She was crying for sure
But all that is covered
by dark makeup, as if that is the cure
She's trapped inside a house
The house made of two-sided glass
She can see you looking in
But you can't see her, bretahing her last
Her hopes are daily shattered
As he comes home everyday
The only one who prays for an accident
On the 400 highway
Some notice her eyes
And the way she seems like a ghost
Hauntng the rich halls of her home
Of which her husband can boast
She wears longing flowing dresses
And perfume fit for a queen
But where is that smile
That used to light up the green
As she sang the anthum
But she dosen;t do that anymore
Locked up in the house
sitting on the stony floor
You never know until its to late
Until your already a prisoner
You can never leave his frost covered jail
For he is the nightmarish face of the grim reaper
 Sharonxdx · Sat Jan 22, 2005 @ 12:49pm · 0 Comments |
