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Mar 2015
I whisper
Not a sound around
Just my own voice
Carrying into the dark
I can't see
Just a lonely candle
Flame flickering in the wind
Trying to make my way
But the night is playing tricks on me
I come to a stop
The air is cold
The hair on my neck stands up
And my heart begins to race
I hear a sound off in the distance
Ever so slowly moving forward
Step by step it's coming my way
I can hear the breath
I turn around
Nothing is there
I turn around again
Nothing
Where can it be?
I feel a pain
A sharp throbbing ache
In my stomach
I look down
There is a knife sticking out
I fall to the ground
Blood pouring out
I wonder why
I can't see anything
Absolutely nothing
All I am allowed is to hear
A distant groaning sound
The pain is unbearable
The blood won't stop
Getting sleepy
I close my eyes
I die
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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