Alone

by Emo   Apr 17, 2007


She creeps so slowly,
Steps steep so lowly,
Dark and cold,
Smell of old,
A noise sounds,
A corner she rounds,
The sound of zipping,
Now her blood she is sipping,
There she lays still,
Forgotten through the thrill,
Double crossed,
In her life she was bossed,
No one cared,
With everyone she shared,
They all only laughed and teased,
But now she is gone,
They are all pleased,
Accused is one,
She is/was the best friend,
Now her life will also end,
She is accused of murder,
She stops her life from going further,
Now all thats said and one,
They feel that they have won,
But at night the two girls come,
Follow them and frieghten all,
They realize just how dumb,
Now those girls at night do bawl,
Things move and shake,
Things fall and quake,
Those girls should have let her live her life,
Instead of taking her with a knife.

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