Left for dead caught among the cobwebs.
Decades of rain,
But nothing washes this sin away,
this murder.
Thousands of years past by, but the evidence remains.
Not a soul looks close enough to see.
Bones that were once tougher than steel waste away and are crumbling.
Words washed down the drain,
but if you listen closely you can hear the ghost whispering.
This sin haunting these walls, spiders fleeing from the seen.
A mystery that solves itself, but no one pays attention too the fingerprints that linger in the dust.
So the ghost wonders these walls haunting all who dare to enter the room.
To the ones who choose to ignore the truth.