The Hunted



A sharp noise in the air

No people to stare

The cold air bites my skin

I wish I could be free

It’s a never-ending hunt and I am the hunted

Running and hiding never works

Too afraid to relent

Never knowing where to go

Never knowing where he’ll be

So I stay hidden

Waiting to sting the hunter



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