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This is about my friend Ashley dieing because, she alway's writes poems about me dieing, o' and if any thing sound's suisidle, it's not relly, so now I present Hunted Road:


Hunted Road

I'm walking down a Hunted Road
And I fear that something is wrong with my eye’s
I see my best friend’s dead body lying in the road,
They have a knife pierced through there heart,
I fall to the ground,
I lean over your dead body,
And I hear a voice in fount of me,
I look up,
It’s you,
You’re a pale white,
In all your fishnet,
And I giggle,
You ask what’s wrong
I say you look different,
Pale and white,
I’m dead you say and
I start to cry
And when all my tears have washed away
You have already faded away
Into the dark and lonely distance
I sit there and wait
Just hoping to be the next victim