The Vacant Lot

Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched All things untold Stone upon stone So foul, so cold A shadow of old Into the night Driven by what none can see Scarcely bound but hardly free A shadow of old A story untold A gathering rot The vacant lot A stray dog send shivers down your spine The remnant wall stand ever the same Hair of the dog won't help you at all The street's all deserted We'll swallow you whole Our minds intermingle a raven so black A spiraling stairway keep calling you back Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip Downwards in circles the deadliest trip We mold you impassive all tainted and sore Abiding our master keep calling you Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip Downwards in circles the deadliest trip