riddled with scriptures,
an empty cage to be inhabited,
foot prints on the soil; lead to a chasm,
I\'m under some type of spell; heavy words reverberate,
on the hunt for a blank book; you are hexed within its pages,
x marks the spot,
sunken lands harbor a hoax,
our eyes never met; you meet me with contemplation,
I stand inside a house, full of broken mirrors.