He lurks in the darkness,
Adrenaline pulses through his body,
The trembling of his hands,
Shows his desperation....

He needs your money

Eyes sunken, dark circles around,
He pushes his greasy hair back,
With his tobacco stained fingers,
His feet rotten to the soles,

Ulcerated needle points,
Run like dominos up his arm,
Past his man made tattoo,
Sweating through his dishevelled clothes,

He waits......

His lips crack as his grin widens,
You are walking alone...again,
Pulling your trolley behind,
As your head stoops low,

Easy victim........

Out of the darkness he comes,
The adrenaline takes control,
His heart spasms,
Collapsing to the floor,

He scores no more