As you strength falls,
you hit the walls,
Screaming and crieing for help
You hear the dog wanting in scratching with every yelp.
There's something in the closet, though it's too dark to see.
Your scrat ches on the door you beg and plead.
"Let me out! Let me out!" There's something in here without a doubt.
The lights flash on and you turn and see
a little girl at the age of three.
Her face is pale her eyes arre black.
"You died!" you crrry "You can't come back!"
"Oh, yes I can she stares in your eyes.
"No, it's not true!" your brain fills with lies
For thats the end
nothing more to tend
For everything now is black