Haunted Halls

Hey boondocks I have done another poem. I want the next mystery piece to be perfect. Stay strong.

Cries and good byes still echo

Through the windows 

The halls

Laughter turns to screams

In the night

No one can save them now

They are coming  

Closer and closer

Killing two by two.

No survivors are seen with the naked eye.

Except one 

The abandoned. 

You've gone away for the last time

My gardian angel

My pain  bleeds as red as these drapes.

I am left with nothing 

The kindness turned grey

The happiness turned dark.

A light never grows in these shadows 

Hallow halls of my heart seal the doors

And gates shut.

Nothing  comes in 

Nonthing comes out.

Dust codes what once was

And what will ever be.

Nothing can be done

To change what's been done.

Only memories haunt the halls.

Claiming as their own.

We will all turn to dust 

And go back where we came from.

Picture http://www.deviantart.com/art/Haunted-334676414