Them
I can hear them coming,
Just down the hall,
Just down the corridor,
I see their shadows on the wall.
Closer, closer, closer they come,
What do I do!
If they catch me,
They'll have a new thing to chew.
Even closer they shamble,
Withered hands outstretched,
Their mouths open...moaning,
Their decaying bodies wretched.
There is no way out of this school,
My fate I'll meet very soon,
This school...is my crypt,
And this hallway...is my tomb.
Copyright © Glade Hollyreed | Year Posted 2015
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