Blood-shed

Dark it was,
down at the alley,
no a sound could be heard,
it was silent,
from the face of the bright full moon,
i know, is alive.
it has eyes that could see the inner me,
the uneasiness, the fear.
i hear a heart,
pumping so rapidly,
was it someone’s…
no!
its mine, i think?
hurriedly, my feet,
moving so quickly,
as if its telling me…
nah!
it cannot be
could someone be following me?
i glanced alertly at my back,
it was too late,
someone,
something,
put off the lights out of me.
i could sense the coming of death,
sucking every last drop of life.
i was there,
lying effortless on the cold ground,
in the dark
down at the alley.