walk on by this lowly house
which the forest has overtaken
the death of a spouse
he took the life of the young woman
the door still creaks
like on that vilest of days
and you can still hear the shreiks
from her spirit that stays
the chances of finding her
are zero to none
you'll trip over old coats of fur
in your frightened run
"no i have killed her,"he finally said
"i can't beleive she is actually dead"
which the forest has overtaken
the death of a spouse
he took the life of the young woman
the door still creaks
like on that vilest of days
and you can still hear the shreiks
from her spirit that stays
the chances of finding her
are zero to none
you'll trip over old coats of fur
in your frightened run
"no i have killed her,"he finally said
"i can't beleive she is actually dead"
