A dark alley with horrible stench.
A dark alley, at the end of it a wench.
My heart is beating like a drum, fists are clenched.
I am still, frozen, my face pale…drenched.
Step by step the wench is inching in.
Unsettling and terrified I feel.
It reaches towards me, the hand in my face.
I am about to lose my mind, my brain a haze.
A dark alley, a place where I die or am I simply just too high?
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