Walking through a park at night I hear a sudden sound
Footsteps following close behind stomping on the ground.
Trying not to be suspicious I walk a faster pace
The footsteps begin to follow mine as if it were a race.
Nervous I begin to run but cannot go very fast
The sound behind is geting close this game will never last.
Someone jumps onto my back and together we both fall
I scream out loud but no ones there to hear my helpless call.
He covers my mouth with his hand and drags me to a bush
His body lying on top of mine forcefully he does push.
What did I do to deserve this, why me I do ask.
What is going to happen to me after this brutal task?
When he is done he pulls a knife from underneath his leg
I cry, I plead, I try to scream, for my life I do beg.
The knife strikes once, and then again as if there is no end
My body grows numb with feeling, death is what I comprehend.
I try to think of pleasant thoughts, thoughts that are from the heart
But the I feel a sudden pain, and everything goes dark.
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A very dark poem, not a lot imagery, but the content is good.