tearing away, peeling, cracking, contracting, dying.

It had secrets, dark ones and those that were whispered through lulled murmurs. Once, it stood glorious, happiness and light spilling out its windows. It used to have so much life packed inside such a small confined space but now all that was left behind, all that is left is nothing. Not a single trace, not the slightest clue of existence. But those cracks on the wall, the ascending grime, blooms as the house sinks into decadence. Felony, sin, lies, blood and abnormality were food, and they grew and grew till they ate the memories, chewed the emotions and bit the affections till there was none. All that once stood crushed by the clings of the creepers, and the spirits of the house, they were to blame.

Shaz&Sid; CONGRATULATIONS!
SueJonShane; I haven't laughed so hard till I wanted to puke in quite a while.
Sue; you know what i mean right.