Shadows

We ran up to him.
He looked frightened and shocked
He tried to run.
But our blades caught up with him.
He fell, he cried
A wounded prey.
We stopped when he cried no more.
And others cried for him.

They say life is a cycle.
It catches up to you someday.

I turn back I see shadows.
The ones with sharp blades.
I try to run and hide.
They chase me everywhere.
A cornered prey.
The shadows are here.
I am too tired to run.
I cry, I plead.
They don't stop until I could cry no more,
 and others cry for me.