The Corridor

As I walk through the halls of the warped manor

The hairs on my neck begin to rise 

Lost in darkness, its all I can see

The only light is the distant flash of lighting 

Peeking through the windows

Illuminating the tattered shades

Crooked frames hang on the walls

The fallowing eyes of the portrates

Stare into the depths of my soul

How long have I been wandering these halls 

I remember nothing outside these twisted walls

My soul shall wander forevermore