The Hunted

Death walks beside me,
But even the reaper fears my will.
I’m trapped in a world of monsters wearing human skin,
Where nothing is ever as it appears.
They won’t hold me much longer.

I don’t even know who I am anymore,
But I’ll fight tooth and claw to get back to the beast who hunts me in my dreams.
They call me a diamond,
But all they’ve done is craft a killer in disguise.

The Hunter

I was made to be a predator,
With cold vengeance etched into every bone.
When they take what’s mine in the cover of night,
Like a diamond buried deep in stone,

The monster inside breaks free.
Blood will stain the ground as I rip the world apart to reclaim her,
And bring her home.

None will escape my wrath—
Especially those who betrayed me.