When Opening The Cupboard under the stairs

The first thing you notice is the gold

Carved deep in the wood is carvings that get repainted

Each by a new family every spring

The house is large

Two stories and old

The history is dark and dank

And the blood stains have long since began to rust

And no one lasts a year

The gold paint flacks to the floor

And when finally the seal is broken

It creaks past the sweepings of dust

A darkness follows the long draw of hinges

A long wail fills the ancient house

The seal was broken

And you could finally hear the screams

The gold flacks fly in the wind

As the darkness was free again

Opening The Cupboard

Opening The Gates Of Hell