It's like he is the fisherman and I am the bait.
He cast his hook into me, I didn't realize it until it was too late.
Struggling off the hook, trying to escape.
It only digs in deeper, causing a bloodied gape.
Sitting here all by myself, all I can do is pray.
That he'll release me so I can live to see another day.
It's like he is the hunter and I am the prey.
And only one word he does have to say.
To make me fall, day after day.
He is very cunning, I wish it wasn't this way.
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PoetryJust your average collection of poetry done by your average unicorn. Xavier hopes you like the poems! **Sorry if the spacing is jacked up**
