You see the blood in the water
I see the black of your eyes
You aim straight for a target
I won’t watch as you take your prize
You linger in the dark
I see your outline, stark
You feed off the confused
I can’t take the violence that follows
You smell fear in the air
I hope you’re not their
You come in to attack
I scream for everyone to get back
You tear at the flesh
I cry for remorse
You want only the kill
I won’t help in your cause
You run from the hunters
I do nothing but watch
You hope for a weak link
I just can’t be a part of this
You triumph once again
I feel nothing but fear
You devour all your enemies
I accept the defeat and drift from here
Simon A Jackson - Writer 