The sun shines through cracked split blades on the blinds.
The tv carries on with a shadowed sound of tick and tock.
Wind whistles passed the window along with the early morning flock.
The door never opens from out or from within, its nothing but rusted tin.
Floors fray, paint fails to stay. The basement still burns.
Black tar coats the stairs, I dare not enter there.
The time will come, someone lucky will enter the door not knowing what's in store. She'll slip, She'll fall, She'll grip the charcoal covered walls.
The fire will stir, the fire will grow. She won't even know.
When the time comes she'll take a chance on first glance.
She'll fear the flame but embrace the pain.
In the end she's entered my hearts domain
It burns in such a way that no injuries she'll sustain.
The only thing the fire requires is her own hearts true desire.