many evil days days have come along the wire.
walking down the empty dark streets
alone with a hoody.
you've decided that you're the dark shadow
someone fears in an alley and
not the other way around.
a thrill from the chill,
or the made-up paranoia
in one's mind.
what if their was a killer here tonight,
would he try to get me first?
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