My Hunt, His Domain

He can travers through my mind
Just one glance, and shackles tangle my every thought
Suddenly I am sinking
Drowning into my own fears
I am trapped within that sea; a soulful drift
Each ice-blue teardrop makes my heart drop like a pin, a piercing silence remains
Each time I see him I cannot look away

From glorious punishment to earning pleasure from his pain
I take part in his gaze, I am in his domain
A simple once-over can make me crawl
I must remain an impish cheetah; I am hidden and cunning as I wait
I drown out sound, only my rising and falling chest
The pace has been set
I am on the prowl

I am the hunter, though hunted
We exist and may or may not look toward our end
Time will stop as we collide.