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Grief is a house

Short story By: yourloser15bre
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just a little something to keep your mind contemplating XD enjoy!!!


Submitted:May 19, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Chorus: Grief is a house where the chair have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect the sinful images portrayed the walls how to contain us grief is a house filled with love that vanishes each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house taht blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep into the ground while everyone is innocently sleeping grief is ah house where no one can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out

First Rap Verse: when i'm with her there is someone with me in my house of grief someone who knows who understand it's architecture & forbidden thoughts in closed here like I do who can walk with me from room to sorrowful room making the whole rambling structure ofawkward & emptiness not quite scary & lonelyas it was before wondering if your looking over the cloud jealously envy or love & relief that someone like you has saved me from myself again falling in your footsteps after one being who is to invisible to the cruel heartless world haters & all if your looking down as if we are dolls in a play house what's going through your souls mind as you soar

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Second Rap Verse: the walls of the hall dragging down so many years each room unlocking mysteries & histories the brothers the sisters the family gatherings as I stood invisible as I watched the love pass me by slipping through my hands as the sand slips in your hands with the time by memories & abuse the pain & misery collapsing on every poor soul walking on through these bloody unforgiving doors deceiving concepts never understood maybe this is the way it supposed to be with such a corrupt & messed up society

Chorus: Grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect the sinful images the walls how to contain us grief is a house filled with love that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep into the ground Grief is a house where no one can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out.....





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