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I live in a doorway
Between two rooms. I hear
Blood dripping onto the floor.
The blood is drip, dripping
Slowly in a dark room

I peek
In the other room
And see a body hanging
From a rafter up above
The blood is dripping slowly.

I feel dread
Creeping up on me
I shiver in the hallway
It seems something is watching.
He is coming........
Had to write a poem with I live in a doorway between two rooms and I peek in the other room and I came up with this.
Blood is dripping down my leg,
I feel like I'm about to pass out,
My vision has gone blurry.

I can smell the horrendous smell of Sulfur,
I can sense my doom coming closer to me,
I try to run but my blurry vision and my leg
Won't let me go cause of the torn leg.

I wake up all sweaty and tired,
I splash cool water over my face
To try to stop sweating.
When I grow up
I wanna go up
Hopefully all comes up
So I can go, go, go

Go, go, go
All night long
Doing all things
Using all things

— The End —