The preditor

by karen   Mar 25, 2008


He's there in the dark
watching and waiting
for one thing and one mistake one person
hunting for the next prey
wonders who it will be
a wife a daughter even a baby
doesn't matter who it is
just as long as he gets that high
slaps cow whips shoes even hands
anything he gets sting like thousands of bees
no one can face him
no one can stop him
lives torn apart
the lives that faces the preditor

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