Violated

Everything goes as plan.
It looks great until the end.
When things suddenly back fire.
And no ones around to blame.
I feel violated.

Writing down names to hunt.
A passion for revenge at hand.
If no one seems to be a target.
I'll make one up myself.
I feel violated.

Torn from the heart shocked in tears.
I climb to find a good look out.
Set a trap, lite a fire.
If nothing shows I'll try again tomorrow.
I feel violated.

A hunter on it's prey.
Nothing getting in the way.
No sound except a heart beat.
Far away closing up on me.
I feel violated.

When early dust arises.
Traps set off everywhere.
Not a sight of someone near.
No tracks to trace no steps to hear.
I feel violated.