Long thin fingers: hands like pale spiders
Creeping in darkness; hunting his victims
1979 in Japan, It’s narrow rickety alleys
Like deep mazes,
Never, would you murder an innocent
To complete the task at hand?
Our gaze meets for a silent second
Turn your back
And slip through the void of the night.

I wrote this in school.... so it's nothing like the others.
 
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