08 August 2007

There are a lot of haters out there.
I feel your breath on my neck.
Your jealousy drives me.
Thanks for reading.

"World War You"
I was on the ground for years.
The ugly truth carved out of fear.
Always looking for more to steal.
Full-colour nightmares becoming real.
This pack of wolves is haunting me.
Unrelenting, unwelcome memory.
Light feet and sharp teeth are tracking me.
Follow the scent of tragedy.
In packs they gather.
With fake smiles they greet.
They, the hunters. I, their meat.

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