They stalk
They talk
They hunt
They fight
Dominance takes over
And one is left dead.
Lonely,
Left on the dirt
And the dead grass
To be prayed on my birds,
Hunters,
And they eventually just rot away
Until nothing is left.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
They stalk
They talk
They hunt
They fight
Dominance takes over
And one is left dead.
Lonely,
Left on the dirt
And the dead grass
To be prayed on my birds,
Hunters,
And they eventually just rot away
Until nothing is left.
