Predator...

Scourge of sorrow, words that lash,
thorns that cut and rip my soul.
Your smile’s a mask you wear
to hide the face of the executioner.

You hide the sun and fill the sky
with darkness and eternal tempest.
Flowers, once bloomed, hide their
petals and beg to return to seed.

You surround yourself with the air
of sweetness and compassion,
all the while hiding those hungry
claws just waiting to tear and rip.

You lay hidden, waiting for that
passing unsuspecting soul to quench
your thirst for pain and misery, without
regard for the impact of your actions.

You are a predator of the worst kind.
You hunt for pleasure not for survival.
Sadness fuels your actions and terror
brings that motivation to hunt again.

I scream, I shout, I beg for release.
I’m bound by this curse that is you.
What have I done to deserve this fate
of horror in the guise of love.