i am not myself, that i do see.
standing in front of a mirror with a ghost
grasping onto me, still attached to my host.
i don't recognize this creature begging to be set free.
the creature makes me think katniss is a mutt aimed to kill,
a monster that needs to be put down, stopped.
she is dangerous, her malice cannot be topped,
so i have to be the one to end it, and i will.
she killed my family, my home, all of it gone.
i have nothing left, nothing to go back to,
she made my life this way, the girl on fire who
now sits among demons, the devil's spawn.
for now, while i wait, all i can do is plot,
she'll be here soon, for then i will take my shot.
