The feeling

haunts me

time and time again.

I feel it as it’s coming

like a scent upon the wind.

 

Like wind across the predator

wafts out to warn the prey.

So likewise all I know and feel

screams, “turn and run away!”

 

But something deep inside me

in a way I can’t explain,

finds pleasure in the desecration,

need inside the pain.

 

So, mind and heart and faculty

drink of the traitor’s blood,

and render my will helpless

like a reed against the flood.

 

Then yet again I falter

for I now become as they.

The predator has full control…

I want to be the prey.