School Of The Dead Poem by Abby Rose

Empty hallways
Echoing footsteps
Lights flickering
This is the school of the dead
Where i once thought i would be wed

The pain
The anger
This is what feeds this evil place

With each dropp of blood
We all fall in love
With the thought that we're all done

The tears
From the ones who have hurt us
They will pay for our deaths

He will be here soon
And we will all be doomed
For eternity does not exist here
In the school of my worst fears.