That feeling like you are alone,

They are all gone,you grab your phone.

Quickly scrolling through your list,

Phone is bleeding down your wrist.


You bring the phone to your ear,

Low sad voice,you begin to hear,

Voice whispers,don’t look back,

You slowly glance,it’s all black.


Dropped the phone as you run,

You fall over a bloody gun.

In your pocket,you hear a ring,

You reach in,you feel a sting.


Poison hits you right away,

It is clear,you are the prey.

You look back,they lay alone,

Holding on to their phone.


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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