The Vacant Lot

Caio Moro

Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched All things untold Stone upon 
stone So foul, so cold A shadow of old 
Into the night Driven by what none can see Scarcely bound but hardly free 

A shadow of old A story untold A gathering rot The vacant lot 

A stray dog send shivers down your spine The remnant wall stand ever the 
same Hair of the dog won't help you at all 

The street's all deserted We'll swallow you whole 
Our minds intermingle a raven so black A spiralling stairway keep calling 
you back Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip Downwards in circles the 
deadliest trip 
We mould you impassive all tainted and sore Abiding our master keep calling 
you Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip Downwards in circles the 
deadliest trip
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