Unmelodic

Watch the hunter.
Despair, hurt mixed with
a lingering sense of deserving
in the name of being a part of the bigger picture.

Hunted, Haunted, Hating in despair.
Love without understanding.
Passions mistaken for love.

Yet the smell of heat, hate and loathing
linger in the air.

Dysfunctional scenes of right promoted,
by social senses.

The Prey stands alone giving off the scent of
The Hunted, the Haunted, with a mixture of discouragement and despair.

Natural, instinctual
A Passionate mistake.

Desperation in seeking, yet never finding,
the four letter word that everyone,
wants to whisper.

Instinctual intensity, mistaking passion for love.
Hunted, Haunted, Hating in despair.
Natural, instinctual
Passions mistaken for love.

Predatory instincts,
destroys All in the seeking.
Conform, become what they want.
Never take off the mask.
Never break the shell.

Who it is does not matter.
Need is never wasted only wanting matters.

When Hunter and Prey,
truly see eye to eye,
both existences cease

Hunted, Haunted, Hating in despair.
Natural, instinctual
Passions to often mistaken for love.
Natural, instinctual
A Passionate mistake.