A light shines into my room.
What was dark is now light.
The spotlight has hit its mark.
My body cold and shivering on the bed.
Whispers fill the night air.
Footsteps follow in their wake.
Doors open down below.
It is too late to run or hide.
Too late to save myself from him.
He walks the night to find me.
His journey has come to an end.
And so has mine.
THE DEAD GAME
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