I'm Not Alive
On one dark and creepy night,
while in a spooky house,
something moved and made me jump,
but it was only a little mouse.
I've never seen this house before,
but I had to come inside,
bacause something was chasing me,
and I had to find a place to hide.
It was starting to get late,
and I wandered if it was gone?
Could I get to my car
and make it the rest of the way home?
When I opened the door
something was there!
It was big and tall,
and covered with hair!
I slamed the door
and ran to the next room,
where I found a woman
stabbed to death by a broken broom.
All of the sudden
something flew through the window,
and when I looked
it started to glow!
Then it rose up
and stood big and tall.
I turned to run
but started to fall.
Something had hit me
and made me trip!
Then I realized
that there was blood on my hip.
When I looked
my hip was gone.
I had to get
to the telephone.
I'm finally here,
but I'm gonna die.
I know I could've got away,
but now...I'm not alive.
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