I'M NOT THE PREY

I can feel you all around me.

Your stench fills my senses.

I am nauseated.

I know you are just waiting for your chance.

To attack when I become weak.

You know when I am afraid.

You feed off of that fear.

You are stone cold.

Bereft of all emotion.

You just do not care.

I see you hiding in the shadows.

Lurking.

Biding your time.

Using the cover of darkness.

You are ready to strike.

You have underestimated me.

You still see me as I was.

Sickly.

You still think you can sink your talons into my flesh.

Oh foolish one.

I would pity you if I really cared.

You, the twisted one.

You, the retarded one.

You are already dead.

You have still to realize it.

I will pay you no heed.

I will not talk terms.

For I will certainly not surrender.

Begone from me.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY