As i sit here
In the corner
The light fades
the sound fades
Everything begins to
fade
The children fade
their voices dissapear
The walls enclose
upon me
Its coming after me
I can feel it
Its trying to scare me
and its working
Its worse now
Worse than before
The blood drips from
my wrists
The shining medal
slides across me
I cant feel it anymore
Black, so balck
And im no longer alone
Its presence lingers
The whistling wind swirls upon me
and a tight band ties around my chest
I can no longer breath,
See,
Feel,
or Hear,
Its coming,
Its here,
I'm lost
I'm Gone.




 
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