tired and hungry the beast still hunts me
he stalks in the shadows as life grows shallow
waiting for the days to get shorter so he can begin his slaughter
with hatred in his eye but his job on his mind
all i can do is waste this precious time
in other words im the hunted or even the prey
with nothing to do but wait for the hunter to come out and play
so to lead this good life he just might tempt me
for above or below i dont know where he will send me
but my faith in all of that is even a question
i think if something goes wrong is it a sign or just another life lesson
is my life even a blessing
but if i dont believe, when things go wrong why do i curse everything thats above
or prey so many times for another chance at love
but back to my stalking enemy or is he my walking friend
you see i feel like the last word in a sentence and my paragraph has come to an end
so instead of embracing life i wait for it to stop
tick tock tick tock
keith hendrickson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-a-friend-2/
