She was chased by a madman
The thrill of the hunt and smacked down by his hand.
He grabbed her with his thirsty claws.
And by chance she knocked his jaw.
This gave her time to run
But now the battle has just begun.
He was bigger and faster then her small statured body.
Every chance she got, she set herself free.
The game of hunt He so did enjoy.
Ever since he was a little boy.
His dad used to make him run
Until his day was done.
Being experienced as a child
Now grown up fiercely mean and wild.
He loves to play the same game with girls of all ages.
Of course with experience comes different stages.
She is lost and out of control
She must face her demons and his hatred soul.
Finally she loses sight of him
Crawls under a dark hideaway but still nobody wins.
She takes these last moments to breathe in and out.
A bit of a rest is what this time is about.
Dirty, tired and hungry, she makes her way.
As long as she is one step ahead, she will be okay.
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