The dark house has a mystery room,
It's an enigma with a locked door,
It is said to hold everyone's doom,
And that's a stranger's lore.

Thousands have gone there,
But only a few have returned,
Rest are trapped in a conundrum lair,
Maybe waiting for their repatriation.

Their families are holding on to the hope,
The hopes that may never be met,
But they can't relinquish their last scope,
To have them back even if it's too late.

Everyone is curious to know what's behind,
what is that no body is able to escape,
Let me tell you; it's feelings of a scary kind,
that encourages you to commit the mistake.

You walk down that miserable path,
when you start to get depressed,
May be you are suffering the fate's wrath,
As your dark feelings feel impressed.

You have now lost yourself in you,
And then you loose control of your mind,
As the storm starts to brew,
Your feelings turn into...