Voice




She was afraid,
Her room had some kind of dark shade.
There was a voice inside her head,
'Come with me my love' it said.

She was terrified,
There was no place to hide.
The voice inside her head grew loud,
For the first time, enochlophobic wished there was crowd.

She was shivering,
The voice was slowly differing.
'It's time to get going' it said;
She was found on the floor next day dead.


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