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I look around my surroundings.

Fearing that it's there.

The final bell is sounding.

But it doesn't seem to care.

Could he be behind me?

Waiting with bated breath.

Oh, I know that I can't see.

When I meet my final death.

I have a fear.

Call it a phobia.

He could be lurking near.

Fueling paranoia.

Can't break the habit.

From the voices in my head.

Attendees to the sabbat.

We're all considered dead.

Fueling superstition.

Breaking my decision.

To end this once for all.

Fading from existence.

Gasping my final breaths.

Watching the ghosts dance.

I dance with them in death.

Is this true? Or is this hell?

I can't seem to break free.

Someone send help!

Somebody save me!

Preparing to tie the noose.

Standing on the chair.

I hate the fact I have to choose.

But it's better then living there.

Something sweeps behind.

Grabs me by my neck.

The light begins to shine.

It seems I've acquainted death.

Help me!