I see you therePredator on the prowl-Disguising the beastAnnunciating your fouls… The preyUnaware to runStays in the roleBlinded by the son… And the secondsRun like yearsBefore any laughterBut long after the tears… Until suddenlyThe predator becomes the bait-Lying stillOf self-inflicted fate.
Tag: fate
Seek
Image created by JusTee It’s just never the right timeOr dayBut weakAnd so the stones layOneBy oneYou’ll hideI seek.