The smell of blood
In his nose
He’s got dirt
On his feet
Preying
Rushing
Longing
For destruction


Searching eyes
Looking for you
He can scent
Your anguish
Searching
Grinning
Feeling
Your desperation


Was there something
In the dark?
Deep in the dark
Bloodshot eyes
Silent cries
Hunting me
Down again
It’s the beast
Behind me


Your fear
Is his impulse
Your tears
Quench his thirst
Hunting
Until the end
He doesn’t feel
Any sympathy

 

Was there something
In the dark?
Deep in the dark
Bloodshot eyes
Silent cries
Hunting me
Down again
It’s the beast
Behind me


Please don’t hurt me
Leave me out
I’m not seeing
But know you’re there
Darkness around me
Creeping me out
I’m never sure
Where to go
Where to hide
Running
Stumbling
Somehow surviving

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