Dark spaces

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
An echo of a child's laugh
floats through the air.

If not for the echo
There would be no sound 

The spiders and flies 
took their dance elsewhere
Even this place is to 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
Misery loves company
"They say"
But no company would take Misery on!