the streets are crazy when it rains low visiblity oozing drains people do hurry as drops go wild the hunter makes move acting so mild trapped in his own an invisible distraction a pure kid inside with so much attraction a mouth full womit gulped he swallowed he's not done it yet sm-hw the out come has followed mind closed soule locked took his turn, his punch, his shot narrow escape stressful a lot rushing with the thought if he's who did it, then that held him was what ?
