Rain trickled and a drop of sweat ran down her face
A long day it had all gone so fast pace
But shadows and songs lurked in the trees
This was something she had not seen.
A tall man strolled just infront
A knife he was holding only just blunt
She shivvered in fear and crossed the road
As he turned round a the knife he showed
She was even more scared and ran back
all the way over to her flat
where she sat and cried all night long
singing her childhood song
Black mascara dripped off her face
aswell as the eyliner.. almost a race
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