Human Toys
She grabs her keys, her coat, her bag
And walks toward the door
Today is done, the night is soon
She closes up the store
Walking fast towards her car
She senses something near
Looking back she sees someone
Her heart now pumps with fear
Footsteps now advance her way
Their pace seems hard and fast
Running now to find her car
Before this days her last
What she doesn't seem to know
He's moved her car away
She's now become what he does call
A nice and easy prey
He grabs her swiftly from behind
And throws her to the ground
The impact of this knocks her out
This poor girl has been found
He takes his time to end her life
This power he enjoys
For every person he does kill
Are only human toys
Copyright © Tammy Nicholls | Year Posted 2015
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