Leah Rochelle - (Untitled)

In the cold, still night,
A scream could be heard.
The people whisper;
The people ignore.
For if they act,
They will be next.

Silence was followed.
All was still.
Deep crimson stained the path.
The figure lay froken.
Eyes deep pits of fear,
She stared at the stars above.
Now fading,
She cried, 'Good bye.'

After her breathing stopped,
Menacing laughter could be heard.
As he walked away,
Darkness consumed him.

Those who kill
Will be trapped forever,
Locked inside themselves

Leah Rochelle

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