The Hunt

You think you know me
Do you?
You don’t know sh*t
You cast your net,
Trapping me under it
Labeling me...
Making assumptions,
Throwing accusations,
Time out…
Stop
Take a look at me…..
No, not with your eyes,
With your mind,
With your soul damn you..
My vehicle deceives me,
Deceives you…
I dare you to challenge me
I want to see what you’re made of
I want to pick you apart..
Put you back together again..
Maybe..
Or should I use you?
the way you use me,
For your own enjoyment..
A performing seal?
You don’t think I realise,
but I do…
don’t worry…
You will keep..
watch your back,
you drop your guard…
I’ll be there,
Shattering your barriers..
I will deconstruct you verbally,
Mentally..
F*ck with you,
And I will enjoy it..
I will laugh..
I am what you will never be,
I am myself…
I am the exception to the rule
I am waiting in the darkness..
To suck you down..
You have my word,
A promise if you will..
Satan finds mischief for idle hands
Mine are always free..
I am everything yet..
You make me feel like nothing..
No more,
The animal is free..
Time to play..
I will get you.

By NightWolf

© 2000 NightWolf (All rights reserved)

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