CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

Click, Click, Click
Went the sound of my weapon; it came from my spent and useless gun
No more angry bullets left to fight with, nothing left; and no where left to run
I remember when I took it all for granted; firing off shots all those years
Never ever had any problems; I had no worries, no hurts, or inner fears
Whenever I saw a woman; I focused, I aimed, and then fired
I reveled in all of her screams, as I kept firing for hours until she expired
I was always an extraordinary hunter and women were my only game
I hunted hundreds down for my pleasure; never caring about their hurt or pain
See I was always looking for a new victim, somewhere to fire off my gun
A nice tight little target of flesh, a bull’s eye for the bullets to come

As a old and foolish hunters I refused to put my weapon away
I chose and shot at a hungry target; now I am a victim to my prey
A lion in sheep’s clothing; I mistook her for a sweet little deer
She pounced on me without any mercy; she took all that I had without fear
Devouring me as I lay there moaning; she laughed when I screamed into the night
Growling and ravaging without falter, I lost bullet after bullet in our fight
Mercifully she gave me a moment; I lay there expended and blissfully forgone
Sipping a cupful of water; trickling raindrops before the ferocious storm
This hunter has made me her victim; I have fallen and become her prey
I have unwisely spent all my bullets, and this huntress will now have her way

Click, Click, Click
Went the sound of my weapon, I have nothing left to give in this fight
So I lay here in her forest of passion, being devoured in the fading moonlight

© 2012 Eddie Phillips