Walk through this park, a stranger you see.
Pass my direction and a stranger you will be.
On this darkened, docile day,  in which your every fear has come to play,
There's not a person who bares to stay, not word they could dare say,
That could make the growing fears scamper away.
So with your mind, they continue to feed, to play.
Deeper in this frightening forrest, the voices begin to laugh and shout,
As you pass the shivering bushes, the  leave-less trees, you gain no doubt.
That the voices are all alive, hungry, and out,
How they choose to live in this growing drought
You loose common-sense as your curiousness sets out and runs free,
Pushing you outward, making you continue through the fallen leaves.
You wonder if to proceed would be right,
Everything feels wrong about this lonely night,
Voices surround you: those of evil and hate, those who will fight,
They circle you in with eager force, as together they quickly elite.
Falling down, you feel as if you will drown,
You want to scream; you try, but no sound.
Running away as fast as you can, the voices too chase and begin to rebound.
You escape through the branches and hide behind trees, dirt and mounds.
Breathing quickens, eyes burning red,
Fighting not curiousness, but death instead.
Pain they send and you question yourself, wondering if it's just in your head,
You see  in the corner, behind the shrunken willow tree, a body -- it's dead.
Your body is now apart from your mind,
In confusion, this you soon find.
The voices, which now feed upon the body that lay, seem to have once been kind,
But now they're monstrous, attacking beasts, as you watch with your soul unbined.
You can't stop them, they only want more.
Now you understand, the body was once yours.*

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"as together they quickly elite."* makes absolutely no sense; I know. This was written in middle school, and I have no idea what I was thinking. I might have been simply desperate for a word that rhymed with "fight".