the desolate warehouse


1. Chapter 1

The claustrophobic darkness is closing in,

The stars shine and glimmer,

The rumbling clouds are grumbling,

And my body starts to shiver.


The crumbling shelves are dissolving,

The rooms are dark as night,

The atmosphere is dying,

And the insect slither out of sight.


The water from the roof is dripping,

The growing mould is silent,

The insects are moving and slithering,

And the ticking of the clocks never end.


The ghostly truck is arriving,

The wrath like voices at the door,

The demolishing ball is swinging,

And the desolate warehouse is no more.

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