I have hunted people
People have hunted me
People make excuses
To help them sleep at night
He deserved it
I had no other choice
I never thought of her as my daughter
They ruined my life
But me,
I don't make excuses
I don't even think I'm human
I thrive on the hunt
I accept who I am
I place fear
Where there was once hope
A tremble
In a steady hand
I am a nightmare
Dressed as innocence
You never see me coming
Because there is only one way
To identify me...
- I have decided to try writing a tale in which goes back and forth between the hunter and the hunted. I will be adding more. Hope you enjoy. -
