You feed on the weak,
The ones who can't get away,
They're forever in a time warp,
You're forcing them to stay!
You can't quench your hunger,
So you stray further more,
Set your eyes on a target,
Then go knocking on their door.
You live for the chase,
The fear in your target's eyes,
Lulling them to sleep with songs,
And lies, many lies.
You use your powers of seduction,
To fulfil your hunger,
The target is to late to realise,
Their new friend is a hunter.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Think You Know
PoetryThis poetry book is about friendships past and present (mainly past). You don't have to relate, but I hope you do. You don't have to like it, but I hope you do. Thank you for taking the time to read any of these poems, it means a lot to me.
