Prey

Late within the somber hours. The hunt. I’ve leaped into the odd dance. I can smell their sweat; see through their dark and vivid stares. And the one prey, only to take. Sing the words of your vanity. Display your freedom, like a cheap commodity. Keep stepping on the trap; gamble your life with the wolf pack. You won’t have the final word. It’s so clear you can’t see. Your excessive pride made you mindless, defenseless. I can smell the fire, I can smell the burn. Run sweet little prey, before your end comes.