Escaping capture ....

Grotesque warped ugliness
Fed his soul
Confused noise in his head
Followed
Parasites swallowed

An expression of disgust and pain
Made him excited
The more frightened
The more he was delighted

As he preyed upon delicate material
He lunged forward with rage
Almost chemical

His crystalline eyes
Animal

His remorse
Ever so fleeting
He lives for
His own breathing

His odour crude and offensive
Repulses and impulses
Squeezed together

His enthusiasm....
Intensive
He likes his victims unrestrained ....
It keeps his logic entertained
Likes the pace of chasing
Their pain

His subject
Drowsy and listless
Surrounded by seclusion
The closest witness ....distant

The lack of disturbance
Intrudes on concealing
The victim gets this
Sinking feeling

Just through the echo
The eyes of the woods watch
Here time turns still
And stomachs knot

His eyes fall once again
Down over his prey
And just as he goes in for the kill
Distracted by insane

In this precise moment
his victim thinks ...

Fuck this

It's time to escape

She's building energy
Her mind sets on focus
No time to be afraid of the hocus pocus

She writhers and rolls
Scratches and lunges
The weapon she has picked up
It's sharp as it plunges
She swings it head on
And doesn't stop there
She is now deranged
And has found some Deep courage

Doesn't stop thrashing
Till she's exhausted
She's spent
And he lies below her
Her capturer silent

She sees her time
To start running
Finds herself
A protective covering

Waits for hours of quietness
No shyness
In her bare body state
She crawls herself out
It's dark
But not to late

And as she sees life outside the trees
She graces herself onto her knees

Searching in darkness
Stumbles across a four leaf clover

She feels a calmness
Let's it wash through her

For she can lay unconsciously
As the terror is .... Almost over