Story of Loner

Broken and alive in house of demons,
hell was trapped roaming through windows,
curtains behind ghost stories started whispering,
no sign of light makes it frightening.

Another day another month breathing,
night cold as december freezing,
hope truly believed shallow life,
end was near, desire leaving soon.

War started, no sign of escaping,
heart aching, bones trembling,
eat me now shouted dead eyes,
crying tears of blood, flowing dreams back and forth.

I felt it, they started whispering silence of life,
never found out who passed through that glass,
ghost watching and looking under the skin,
all I see were cuts firing blood metal red.

Speaking was a picture through dark,
nobody dared to come closer,
marching over freezing lies,
That was a dream a loner witnessed.