Suffer, to present myself such treat?
No, i`d rather fill my soul with promise
That one can never be the one,
and fight can only be accepted,never won.
Cry, sorry have no tears,
I`m just a man who has a fear
The fear that hunts you,tracks you down
But never strikes,just stares you down,
Like predator who`s stomach full,
with promises,unsaidness,lies,
Don`t want to hurt,but play around,
For not to kill, but make you foul.
The twist is simple,yet unkind,
The prey has never been alive.
Hunt
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