It strolled down the hallways
It whispered in my ear
Making my skin slither away
It said”Death is a coming”
It makes me do something
Quite fatal
I grab the rope
Tie a knot
Put my head through a loop
Life is all I hope
before I know it
I’m hanging their
I watch my body swinging in
the air
It made me do it
I hate It
Why
I know that I’m dead
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