Predator/Prey

Some hunters are just too sly...

 

Stretched grins, tight from ear to ear

No teeth visible, so they feel so fear

Hidden fangs are sharp and aimed

Still smell the blood that they have claimed.

Three worded bullets, ammunition abundant

An easy target, you can’t run from it.

It won’t cease, the predator’s pursuit

Finger on the trigger, always ready to shoot

Aimed for the muscle, contract and expel

Beat, beat, beat. On the highway to hell

Even if you don’t see the barrel, it’s still pointed in your face

Even if you don’t run, you’re still being chased

Even if you win, you’ll still lose this race.