Gedichte
The voice of doom

Fog crawls over the floor.
I know the voice wants to wisper,
But I don´t open the door.
The lost hall invites for dinner.

Chandeliers hang from the ceiling,
But there´s no light at all.
It´s a dark and devastating dealing,
Dark shadows come from the wall.

In former time you could hear the laughing,
But now, all you can hear
Is the echo of anything
And the laugh of fear.

Imagine you were alone,
Caught in the lion´s den.
You stand there as if turned to stone,
Because you know that the end began.

Outside there´s the destructive voice,
It´s only a question of time,
Finally you have no choice
And the voice commits its crime.

Fog crawls over the floor
And the voice begins to wisper,
Because I`ve open the door.
The destructed hall invites for dinner.