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Omza T

Horror

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Omza T

Horror

The Game

The Game

1 min
410

In the dark, 

I stumble, I trip, I fall.

I can hear it coming,

scratching the walls. 

Push myself up,

give it my all. 

It appears from the shadows,

at the end of the hall.

Lanky and tall, 

daggers for nails.

Gotta keep running,

I'll die if I fail. 


Run Run Run 

The game of hide-n-seek has just begun. 


Fold yourself, hold your breath, 

perfectly still, the secret shouldn't spill. 


Thump Thump Thump 

on the floor.

Thump Thump Thump 

can't take it anymore.

Thump Thump Thump 

it fades away.

Thump Thump Thump 

it's time to slay.


Uncoil and stand, hammer in hand,

grab the knob, no time to sob. 


In rage you burn, 

Oh! how the tables have turned.

Now you chase and it runs, 

out of the door, into the sun.

There it burns, turns to ash.

The hammer drops and you relax.


Burn Burn Burn 

The game is finally done. 



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