Death of little ol me
run fast i cana't get past this darkness i cana't think ia'm go out of my mind ia'm go into the unknown a a rat in a maze i dona't know where to go every little second seem to go by faster and faster a i start to cry the tear seem to burn my cold cheek like a bite from a snake the end be near a i weep cold tear i must hide the darkness will eat me alive help i shall yell but no one no one will hear my soft cry & x85