The trail like a serpent follows you,
Hiding in the shadow,
Trembling in the day, simmering in the dark,
Striking in, when you least expect,
Hurting you deep when you are feeling alive,
Rotting in your fear,
Avenging in your novelty,
Stabbing in the innocence,
The slime has engulfed the soul…
Bleeding in the darkened street,
The red is now drenching all along,
Waiting for the torture to end,
Awaiting for the breath of freedom,
Holding onto the buried hope,
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