By Lost4me
Date: 21 November 2000

Late

Late the hour grow's.
Almost time once again
To seek what I feel.
What I really need.

Late but not too
for what is out there
is a release
one way.

So again
in my bright clothes
I prepare to walk these streets
to see what will find me.

For I hunted once myself.
But I lost all.
When you, my hunted,
walked quietly away.

So now I choose these.
The worst of streets.
In this, the worst part of town.
To find out what its like

to be prey
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