An empty house, so silent and still.
To much time on my hands to kill.
Nobody here to call out my name.
Loneliness has staked its evil claim.

My mind wanders, as time goes slow.
It takes me places, I don't want to go.
I look at pictures but look quickly away.
They remind me of many a happier day.

It's 'Goodnight' time, I climb the stairs.
Nothing in this house is done in pairs.
An empty house...but silence is broken.
As the voices in my head have spoken.