Cross The Threshold

With dread I cross the threshold of this place
Where childhood memories have been erased
By cobwebs and white sheets like gory shrouds.
Now shadows creeping where they’re not allowed
Crawl into my mind with their cold embrace.

Now empty all the shelves, bare each bookcase,
Like bones picked clean and brutally defaced.
In every empty corner shadows crowd.
With dread I cross the threshold.

Each room once filled with love, now empty space,
And of those memories there’s left no trace.
The silence echoes off the walls so loud,
And o'er my eyes the shadows all enshroud
Until I think that I can see your face.
With dread I cross the threshold.