How He Died
you sit in bed warm you feel warm
but inside you're ice
it's dark nothing in sight
ignore the voices behind the door
ignore the pounding of steps on the floor
do anything except look
play a game or read a book
but don't you dare show them that you know they're here
because they feed on fear
but wait is that nothing you hear?
no its not ,how could you be so blind?
the voices didn't stop..
they're coming from behind.
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