I have their bones
I'm afraid of the dark
A creeping sense of danger
I flip on the lights
There on the table
Metallic in glow
A skull of human proportions
Box it up in cardboard
Save it for another day
Another life gone, extinguished
With the flipping of the light
A girl lies in a cage
Threatened by the boy next door
He has a knife
Shes been stuck between those iron bars
Not knowing how long she'll be left to live
I want to save her
But I'm afraid of those bars
That one day I'll be stuck behind them
Trapped by the screams
Of those who sit in the cardboard boxes
Stacked against my desk
Will I ever find who killed them
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