Excuses drip from the walls thick as molasses
Lies cover the floor waiting to be believed
Shadows dance around the light
that has snuck in through
broken windows.
Dust covers the frames that once held smiling faces
floats through the air.
If not for the echo
There would be no sound
anywhere.
took their dance elsewhere
Even this place is too dark
for them.
No soul left to fill the void
No whisper of any tenant
at all.
This place they call Misery~
No one should want to be.
It tries to hold on to others
It tries to belong
"They say"
But no company would take Misery on!