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all alone, no place to run

every creak this old house moans

the foot steps  get louder

the beat of my heart faster



i can feel your presence

no need to turn around



your hand upon my shoulder

afraid to breathe



as i turn around

already knowing  



i see your eyes  

so dark

so cold



cutting thru me so fast

not  feeling the cold blade pierce my skin



as i lay on the cold wood floor

my last look at you

i wonder

what i ever did to deserve this

all i ever did was love you