He can guess the exact time I’m vulnerable,
He has instruments to make things right.
There’s no pleasure in being a puppet,
Not being able to prolong the fight.
I’m just taking a small break on my own,
Realizing disaster’s ahead.
He will catch me in nearest future
And infuse my whole soul with the dread.
The Hunter
© Copyright: Хаос Бесконечного Нет, 2016
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