Deadly strangers

The steps they quicken,
There coming fast.

Pick up the pace,
And don't look back.

Run like it its Ur final day,
The tears they start to rip away.

You stubble hard nearly fall,
One slip up, you lose it all.

The sounds grow louder,
Still you run.

Better hope they have no gun.

You try to hide behind a tree,
Still they come and still they see.

They followed you all of this way,
Why won't they just go away.

Your short on breath your losing hope,
Still they come with tape and rope.