there's always a predator,
and there's always prey.
you, my love, are the hunter
though, for some reason, you're
confused with the role and acting
as if you're the hunted. you're
deliberatly reading the wrong lines.
which, by the way, can only go on
for so long before your lies begin to
wear down your freshly bleached,
shaven down teeth to shine a light
onto your once blood - stained fangs.
