Walking in the alleys
At night time
When the beasts
Wake up
From their naps
Always having
To watch your back
Shadows form
Everywhere you look
Just standing their
Watching your moves
All shapes and sizes
More appear
Calling to you
To come closer
Making you speed up
Even more
But thats no use
They could out run you
Any time or day
Who are these
Creatures of the night
No one knows
So they just call them
The masked victims
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