He overlooked a serial killer's escape
In his hand a scraped tape
While a dragon tattoo rested on his nape
In his other hand a vape
He felt that it was fate
Even though it was something to hate
The psycho signed him to wait
He could not run for it was already late
He gasped wiping off the sweat on his face
He grabbed the taser in his bag just in case
In the killer eyes not hint of faze
He cleared his mind and followed his gaze
He stared at the empty street he stood
He knows he should not defy for it was no good
Tried to calm his nerves as he should
His anxious gestures had him misunderstood
The killer walked past him to his dismay
He held his breath too long for it was a long day
He was followed on his way
His silence being the a witness he had nothing to say
