Secret admirer.

Its dark
i walk to the park
a letter clutched in my hand
from a secret admirer
I'm here on his demand.

I see a person waiting
is he waiting for me?
my heart is thumping loudly
surely he would hear it
he draws nearer and i get a bad feeling

I start to run
he runs too
He catches me as i stumble on my shoe

Our struggle,
like a deadly dance
if i escape
it will be purely by chance

The knife he pulls from his pocket
as i struggle he pulls off my locket
A prize for him
a memento from another victim he has killed