Hunted

Hunted

For this I shall bleed endlessly!

I was but a mere game for the hunter

Several bullet holes

The blood flowing through my heart;

Soon, runs out.

here's to hoping

I don't bleed on wrong lands

And when the end seems near;

Don't let me hang on thin life,

Make it quick.

And in the end I am nothing

Just a fun kill;

No good for your back,

Nor your feet.

Just a game, to brag.

The smug on your face tells it all

The triumph in your eyes;

Knowing I have nowhere to run,

That my fate is in your hands,

I should've known

Blindly I danced,

In the line of fire.

But oh it hurts

Lethal shots

I bleed pain

My last wishes,

I'd rather rewind.

Die I will, but differently.

In the right hands

This much I know,

There shall be fruits of karma