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The feeling of the unknown presence
Of someone lingers around.
Afraid of what they might do
Penetrates my mind.
They grab me from behind,
Throwing me to the ground.
I try to struggle,
But they got me pinned.
I feel fingers wrap around my neck.
Squeezing tightly.
I panic,
My heart races.
The air being cut off
Burns my lungs.
I cannot plead.
The shadow figure's face
I cannot see.
My vision begins to blur.
I have started to weaken,
I can't keep this struggle.
My eye lids flutter.
They grasp tighter to insure a positive death.
At the last few seconds of my life.
I see a glimpse of the mysterious killer.
And seeing this,
I have died a hollow death.
For the killer was you my love.
I've seen you face.
The last face I'll ever see.
I have died
A hollow death.