He looks at her like he is hungry for her.
He follows her around like the death spirit follows its victim.
He stays alert for he knows he is wrong.
He wishes that the next turn she takes would lead to a deserted alley.
His wish comes true.
Now all he sees is her.
She realises that he is one of those men.
The hungry men.
She is ready to take him down.
But, what she doesn’t know is he’s got his way around.
His other hungry friends join him for a round.
She is terrified, helpless and in need of a voice.
A voice that would stand up against their bad choice.
She spots a man,
Walking along the line.
She calls up to him,
But he just skips from the scene.
Leaving the girl as a prey for those obscene.
She sees another man in the distant.
She sees a ray of hope.
The man standing by the road,
Is wearing a badge of hope.
He is counted as one of those men,
Who pledged to tackle crime with their strength.
She runs towards him.
Aware that the pace of footsteps following her has also increased.
She reaches the man wearing the badge.
She is glad to have found a helping hand.
What she sees becomes hard to believe.
In this numbness, she is afraid to even think.
She feels like escaping her body.
She feels like fleeing with her soul.
Leaving the body alone,
To feed the hungry wolves' sore.
She knows it can't be done.
She still looks for someone she could trust.
The one who would fight off the hungry ones' lust.
She has lost her faith.
But not her strength.
She can't spare a stare.
At the ones with lust in their gaze.
She puts her hand in the purse.
Wishing to forge through this curse.
She knows what she is searching for.
She knows where it lies.
She is just wishing all this was a lie.
Her hands grip it firmly.
She knows what she needs to do.
Her heart is beating faster.
All her blood being pumped to her next move.
She takes one last look at the hungry wolves.
And forces her limbs to take her away from these loons.
They knew this would happen.
She knew they would chase.
She climbs some stairs,
And stops to stare.
They didn’t know she would do this in despair.
She took away their stare.
The gun's six bullets met them while they glared.
The prey fled from this grave air.
He follows her around like the death spirit follows its victim.
He stays alert for he knows he is wrong.
He wishes that the next turn she takes would lead to a deserted alley.
His wish comes true.
Now all he sees is her.
She realises that he is one of those men.
The hungry men.
She is ready to take him down.
But, what she doesn’t know is he’s got his way around.
His other hungry friends join him for a round.
She is terrified, helpless and in need of a voice.
A voice that would stand up against their bad choice.
She spots a man,
Walking along the line.
She calls up to him,
But he just skips from the scene.
Leaving the girl as a prey for those obscene.
She sees another man in the distant.
She sees a ray of hope.
The man standing by the road,
Is wearing a badge of hope.
He is counted as one of those men,
Who pledged to tackle crime with their strength.
She runs towards him.
Aware that the pace of footsteps following her has also increased.
She reaches the man wearing the badge.
She is glad to have found a helping hand.
She turns about,
To show him who it is following her around town.
What she sees becomes hard to believe.
In this numbness, she is afraid to even think.
Those hungry men were in badges too.
Just like the one she had approached to.She feels like escaping her body.
She feels like fleeing with her soul.
Leaving the body alone,
To feed the hungry wolves' sore.
She knows it can't be done.
She still looks for someone she could trust.
The one who would fight off the hungry ones' lust.
She has lost her faith.
But not her strength.
She can't spare a stare.
At the ones with lust in their gaze.
She puts her hand in the purse.
Wishing to forge through this curse.
She knows what she is searching for.
She knows where it lies.
She is just wishing all this was a lie.
Her hands grip it firmly.
She knows what she needs to do.
Her heart is beating faster.
All her blood being pumped to her next move.
She takes one last look at the hungry wolves.
And forces her limbs to take her away from these loons.
They knew this would happen.
She knew they would chase.
She climbs some stairs,
And stops to stare.
They didn’t know she would do this in despair.
She took away their stare.
The gun's six bullets met them while they glared.
The prey fled from this grave air.
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