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i walk home from a party is seemed it was a please.
but i walk home alone mind at a unsteady ease.
i debate "should i continue or should i go back" as i stay in place.
but when i lift up my head to observe my surrounding i notice no life was not around as if gone without a trace.
i feel a little stunned yet in wonder why i don't even feel a breeze.
i decided to continue my walk and take my leave.
i walk in wonder as i noticed the sound of music in the distance seized.
i call my friend in hopes they're alright.
but static is all i received as i try and try.
but i pause.
i look into the distance i see something.
i feel my heart beat bumping.
i don't know how to react.
i stand frozen an trapped.
i cant understand what i'm seeing if it's fiction or fact.
a figure under a lamp post so dark an transparent.
apparently i should run but instead i walk.
i walk fast an cautiously for i don't want this dark figure watching me.
i turn around to assure it stayed.
but as i did i see it was watching me.
i ran, ran, ran, and i kept running till i was out of breath.
but shall i stop? No i kept running!
as i hopped over fences, ran through allies, i sprinted fast and long.
but it didn't seem good enough.
as i kept giving huffs and puffs.
i come to a relief.
i'm home at last.
i walk in just as fast.
as i lock the locks on my door i walk into my living room in disbelief.
as it stares at me through my window as if it truly sees me.
i feel a great feeling down my neck as i turn around an see it's not alone.
i see that my home is theirs to own also.
i observe them that surround me.
i back up slowly from these banshees.
i bump into one slightly bigger then the rest.
its stares in return so do i.
i see its hand slowly pressing onto my chest.
it lets out a deep groan.
blackness.
dark.
empty.
i get up off the floor.
i feel even more welcomed.
but what happened that left my chest so sore.
i look at my clock an its eleven.
i think i'm tired.
here lies my only child he will be missed.
cause of death:unknown
but i walk home alone mind at a unsteady ease.
i debate "should i continue or should i go back" as i stay in place.
but when i lift up my head to observe my surrounding i notice no life was not around as if gone without a trace.
i feel a little stunned yet in wonder why i don't even feel a breeze.
i decided to continue my walk and take my leave.
i walk in wonder as i noticed the sound of music in the distance seized.
i call my friend in hopes they're alright.
but static is all i received as i try and try.
but i pause.
i look into the distance i see something.
i feel my heart beat bumping.
i don't know how to react.
i stand frozen an trapped.
i cant understand what i'm seeing if it's fiction or fact.
a figure under a lamp post so dark an transparent.
apparently i should run but instead i walk.
i walk fast an cautiously for i don't want this dark figure watching me.
i turn around to assure it stayed.
but as i did i see it was watching me.
i ran, ran, ran, and i kept running till i was out of breath.
but shall i stop? No i kept running!
as i hopped over fences, ran through allies, i sprinted fast and long.
but it didn't seem good enough.
as i kept giving huffs and puffs.
i come to a relief.
i'm home at last.
i walk in just as fast.
as i lock the locks on my door i walk into my living room in disbelief.
as it stares at me through my window as if it truly sees me.
i feel a great feeling down my neck as i turn around an see it's not alone.
i see that my home is theirs to own also.
i observe them that surround me.
i back up slowly from these banshees.
i bump into one slightly bigger then the rest.
its stares in return so do i.
i see its hand slowly pressing onto my chest.
it lets out a deep groan.
blackness.
dark.
empty.
i get up off the floor.
i feel even more welcomed.
but what happened that left my chest so sore.
i look at my clock an its eleven.
i think i'm tired.
here lies my only child he will be missed.
cause of death:unknown
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