Running my feet
Into my attic
Listening to my heart beat
My enemy’s a magnet
Coming closer
By each moment
Time’s a still poster
As I hide, the room he roams it

I must escape
I must get out
I must get to the nearest lake
I must shout

I stand here, not even breathing
Hoping that he is leaving
It is dark in here
With me, some boxes and a broken mirror
I look around. Nobody’s near

I get up and run
Toward the door
As I see, a guy with a gun
And my legs now sore
I give in and let him
Kill me there and then

 
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