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Walking the empty halls 
Dark walls 
And dirty carpets 
Holding my hand on the wall 
Continue to walk 
Dragging my hand across the wall
Feeling the emotion it gives off
Feeling the past of that very spot 
I lay my hand on the wall 
I heard the clashing of the keys 
Attached to his waist 
A belt 
Holding a variety of metals 
He was coming 
Always slowly 
Such little time 
Before he gave me that look 
“I’m watching you”
I could never escape those eyes 
Or the way he looked at me 
With his hand on his belt 
Acting like i was an animal 
About to jump at him 

Any guesses to what he might be ?