Didn't you know?
Didn't they tell you?

You should have known.
At least you ought to.

It's Psychology 101.
A classic class.

In how to charm.
Then disarm the victim.

Didn't you know?
Weren't you paying attention?

You were too caught.
In his gaze.
The way he said your name.

He played the prey.
Perfectly waiting.

Biding his time.
As his jaw gnawed,
At his cheek.

In the back of the class.
He watched you.
Following your footsteps.

Waiting to feast.
It was psychology 101.

But I guess you must,
have fallen asleep.

If there isn't any hope,
for you?

Then what hope is there for us?
Next time I hope you'll be paying attention.

Instead of falling asleep.
In my lesson.

I´ve shed my thoughts
into the silence of nights
nowhere to run,
I´m holding the gun.

I´m the one
trying to outrun,
hosting the hunt,
running at the front.

I´m my own prey,
gasping for the airway,
catching myself at the bay.

I want to be targeted,
not for you to misinterpret
I´d love to witness
my breath quickness,
how you´d hunt me-
then I´d be free.

With every breath I count,
there are few I miscount,
there´s one I´d steal
from you, to heal.

Tables turn,
Like they had an engine connected to their wheels.
I should put more trust in natural order,
Prey doesn't hunt predator.
But often times that's how it's dressed,
No wonder they say, "Preying on."

Yet, I tend to be wrong,
My gut is a busted compass.
So which way do I wander,
When both paths are double crossed.

I know they'll all say,
"My way!"
So who's lying,
Who's prey?
They lie, they cower,
Who's in the right place of power?

Cross reference image search,
Google lens counts one lie.
The dots connect,
I count two truths.
Truths defined by information,
Not instigation.

Patience,
I am waiting,
To see how this plays out.
When once a crusader,
Faded to dust,
I watch the scenes,
Record what I must.

My heart tells me one thing,
My brain, another.
We must put trust in each other,
I trust my heart.
Yet if I'm wrong,
My brain will bite my behind.
Leave me be,
I'm just pointing it out.

No one should have to fear,
Trying to write here.
It wasn't always like this,
Was it?
Wasn't.

There's a gap here,
Needs to be filled.
Haven't seen,
Since 4/14.
Buying sunshine,
Supporters disappear,
Recreated.
Am I mistaken?

At the end of the day,
Should we throw the towel in?
Maybe it could help,
If we put this on the shelf.
They aren't winning,
But neither are you,
A battle of attrition,
Fueled by masks and brutes.

I am compelled to look,
To understand the grotesque.
I am drawn to it like prey.
Fixated on the abomination in front of me.
There is no peace in obsession-For it hums below the surface,
Persistent and invasive, staining the landscape of the soul
Each glance deepens the pull, as if understanding it somehow makes it less monstrous.
It grows like ivy in my mind-twisting itself around thoughts that refuse to dissipate.
It doesn't shout or scream, yet it has turned the quiet into noise
It lingers-
endlessly circling me, refusing to pounce till just the right moment.
It sharpens it's gaze as it hones in on me
And I know I have been captured,
Made prisoner by my own fascination.
Even in my very last seconds I relentlessly fight the need to understand
Making sense of something that has none.

The tendons strained as muscles tensed
Hind legs wobbled in impatient anticipation
The prey grazed slowly upon springs bounty
A twig snapped sounding natures alarm
Crows called cooing caws as they took wing
A ****** predicting the coming violence
The die having been cast elicited a roar
Potential energy unleashed sprang an ambush
Teeth and claws punctured and lacerated flesh
Jaws clenched throat choking life from limb
Latent spasms birthed pleasurable moans
The irony of blood tasted copper coins
As stipes became lost in red matted fur
The **** draining the thrill of the hunt
While the tiger ate his fill