In for a World of Hurt

The pain train;
Weeping and wailing,
Clawing one's eyes out,


Walking down the way,
Until they catch my scent;
A hint of danger,
The shock of terror,
Hot sensation rushing down the spine.


The hunt is on;
I flee,
And they pursue appropriately;
The possibility of brutal violence to my person thrills;
I feel more alive than dead again.

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