The welcoming
A long dark hallway appears in front of me
The floor is creaking and there's a door I see
The white silhouette of the edges so plain
For my eyes haven't adjusted, so my vision is strained
A voice calls out, so faint to hear
That if you drew another breath, the sound will disappear
With my body frozen, my wits not quick
The hallway is getting longer, is my mind playing tricks?
A push from behind, so gentle yet with a force
A girl, little older than I, was the source
Pretty to look at, but not so pleasant to listen
For an unknown reason, she seems to be set on a mission
To make me feel terrible, to browbeat me
Mock me on my social class, my worth as a human being
To make me cry, receive satisfaction from my tears
And when I fail to hold back my tears, She'll always have a look of a sneer
Closer and closer we get to the door
The closer we get to the door, harder the voice is to ignore
The handle comes into reach
I twist, and the door opens with a screech
Inside the room, time seems to be frozen
But that seemed to not have stop the corrosion
Desks and tables were covered in dust
The decay of wood filled the room with musk
The clocks sits still, 20 minutes to nine
Life has not moved, preserved, like a scene of a crime
And there she was, wearing a yellow stained dress
She seem to not care about the room being a mess
So I stood there pondering why
Someone could live like this, and not let a bad memory die?
