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Acid Witch 5508 Martin St

(The unassuming little grey house on Martin St
Was not unlike all the others in rows that you see
Insignificant seemed the room added on the back
Just a quiet place to get much needed rest...)

A clandestine room like a billion more
Four angled walls entombed by wooden boards
Encased in time by a roof and floor
Could be a portal filled with many doors?

What if evil inhabits such a normal place?
A crossing void through time and space
Where dreamlike world's deliquesce
The Witch rules herе in omnipotence
CH)
5508 Martin St. is just like any homе
We've all heard strange noises
At times when we're all alone
We've all had fleeting nightmares
That linger through the day
The kind that make you wonder was that real or just a dream?

Family man grinds away, midnight line he slaves for pay
And needs to rest his weary head
That backroom was perfect if it wasn't for the stench
But since there's no where else, in darkness slumber crept...

Uneasy dreams bring night-gaunt horrors
A refracted realm of night-sweat terrors
Unseen force pulls your hand to the closet door
Inside, your daughter's severed head is lying on the floor

CH)
5508 Martin St. was left to burn and rot
The room in back, decrepit now
Almost totally forgot
But at the witching hour
The room whispers of your name
Beckoning you to find her and make her live again
Jolted from the dead of blackest sleep
To realize it was just a horrid dream
Then startled by a sickening scream
Trapped between realities

So drift once more in restless slumber
Witch's curse you now succumb to
And in the morning, face pale and listless
And you will not speak of what you witnessed...

For the unseen hand rolled you in your bed
You came face to face with the crone of death
The most hideous face you've ever seen
Open mouth, it tries to speak...
Nothing but a foul reek...
Nothing but a noxious stink...
From the formless hag of Martin St
Your body can, but your mind will never leave
Trapped for eternity, in a little room on Martin St

A horrid hag hisses on Martin St
The horrid hag of Martin St


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