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School Days??
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School's out, no one's prepared.
A scent of death's essence within the air.
A taste of depression fills the halls,
As lines of red regression run down the tainted walls.
Last year enrollment dropped by seven,
Next year will again by eleven.
In the eyes of loneliness,
Only death's heart be warmed.
For his enrollment by adolescents swarmed.
In the eyes of depression,
Hallowed love cannot defeat suicidal transgression.
Nor can it abort homicidal expression.
In the breath of the evenings hand,
Only the dead souls can understand.
Hoards of prom queens present-past,
Through summers solstice will not last.
For misery spoils their very last chance.
