Exhaustion overtakes my now weak and feeble body.
I’m being hunted for my mind, body, and soul,
Stripped of my pride.
Life revolves around my inner most instincts
As I am nothing but a vulnerable, baby animal,
Ignorant of the ways of the mature animal mind.
I am nothing but the roar of the lion, the bah of the lamb,
Creak, crack, crash!
Increasingly louder as death closes in.
The blood red Heavens give warning,
While expressing their meaningless goodbyes.
You left me, shallow breathing, occasional sighs.
It’s thought meaningless when innocent animal’s lives are taken,
Yet homicide of a human, innocent or guilty,is a punishable crime.
Both ****** and hunting go hand in hand as
The fear in a creature’s eyes is the look of promised death and suffering,
Quickly and fearlessly attained.
The error in my ways has been recognized too late,
I’m being pushed to my limits, last resorts,
These thoughts soon to be obsolete
When I am all superior again.