Run and they'll catch you.
Hide and they'll seek.
Chance of survival,
Looking quite bleak.
Once they have found you,
You're there to stay.
Perverse, psychotic, they like to play.
Quick and quite painless,
Or tortured fun,
They won't be stopping,
Until you're done.
How long you last though?
Up to their mood.
No longer human,
Now you're just...food.
~Tamara McLanahan
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