In The End... Poem by Hannah Shier

And even though I walk through the valley
of the shadows of death,
I still hear you calling, whispering, yelling, screaming.
At the same time, I hear them.
Them with their whispers, and taunts, and screams, and wails.
I'm pulled at by both sides, but there's
only one place I can go.
That's the reason I cry myself to sleep tonight, last night, tomorrow night, for every night,
death's shroud already clouding my vision.
I'll see you in hell.