by Amber Andre
(newark nj)

There's a cold dark corner
in the back of my room ,
it speaks to me
and says im coming for you.

As i lie on my bed
in the fetal position ,
my eyes are closed
hoping and wishing

That maybe one day
my dreams will come true
so that i don't have to be here
so down and blue.

The corner keeps talking to me
about how im going to die ,
all i can do is lie there and cry .

As the corner gets closer and takes me in ,
my soul starts to burn and so does my skin .

My bones shall lie there turning to dust ,while my bed is surrounded by nothing but dust.

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