LIFE AS A PREDATOR

Life as A Predator

                                                                       Turned off my humanity

Emotions becomes fragments of a distant memory

All that remains a ravaging thirst for blood

And the silence of a very very dark soul

Walking in the comfort of the night

Whores linger carelessly, with bodies meant to seduce at sight

Oh yes I’m seduced’ but not by what I see

But by the joy I presume I shall feel after my kill

With every heartbeat I could tell

I could differentiate the components of the cell

All outcome been considered

All that is left is to pull the trigger. . .

                                             By

                                                       Popoola Kazeem