Th paranoia
Of walking home
Alone
In the dead of night
Is not something
I'd expect to frighten me.
But you better believe
That I'm looking over my shoulder
For the stalker watching my walk
The thought crosses my mind
The I am vulnerable
In hind sight
Its a childish fear
That can only eear its ugly head
Because I'm still afraid of the dark
So when the spark of the street lights
Flicker out
My brain begins to shout
DANGER! RUN AWAY!
Even though
I know that today
is not the day of destruction
But none of that matters
In the heat of the moment.
