Stay away from the old warehouse, my friend
Stay away
Don’t go inside the old warehouse, child
Please don’t go inside
I’ve seen three hundred years of dust settle
And know that no one comes back alive
No, they end up like me
Don’t watch them end up like me

If you must enter, avoid the dark corners
Just avoid the shadows
Don’t look their way, kid
Don’t look their way
Last I remember, that’s where the bodies lie
Comorbidities these eyes dare not meet
But I know they’re always nigh
Can you feel their presence nigh?

Stay away from the old warehouse, my friend
Stay away
If it beckons you, do not answer
Save yourself and don’t answer
In fact I’ll be glad to see you run
In another life, I swear I looked like you,
Young and faultlessly vivacious
But in this life, I guess I’m just a body too.

© Jaz Rogers