Dome of Whispers

The air chills upon entering As hollow air follows behind

Ghost of Me

This abandoned house Creaks with old ghosts

Sheriff star is rusted There's tumbleweeds abound It's a ghost town

It's that time of year again As the veil is pulled back

The scent lingers on Like a spirit haunting me

Grinning skulls look down From towering shelves

I've got a chill down my spine And a feeling that isn't mine

This house is haunted By the memories of us

Sick gnawing feeling Gut churning