Hunt for Survival
Staring into the darkness
All I see is blackness
As I stick my nose to the air
I smell sweet despair
Salty sweet and ever so clear
The fear
The ever changing need of survival
Is my only rival
As I slink into the shadows
Never knowing where I will find my next meal
Then I feel the cold rush on my heal
As the breeze fills my senses
I smell the most beautiful smell
The smell of Fear
Oh so near
So I crouch low
Slinking more into the shadows
It is there that I find my pray
All only in this world filled with pain
I start slowly pacing back and forth
Under the cover of night
Stalking and wait for the right time to attack
Blood raging
Heart racing
I start to pounce
The race is on
Back and forth
Along the river bend
Finally cornered
In the midst of a cavern I call home
The smell of fear radiate off of this
Poor animal that is now my dinner
I pounce one last time
As it trys to escape
Caught by the neck
It starts to thrash
Trying to throw me off
I grip harder as the flesh start to tear
Feeling a sense of satifaction
As the rush of blood floods my senses
I am sadated at this moment in time
For the next night my hunger will grow
And surround me once again in this
Ever growing Hunt for Survival
C@pyright 2011
PDMI Freelance Publishing
C@pyright 2011
PDMI Freelance Publishing
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