• I feel your eyes watching me from deep inside the brush.
    As you ready yourself to pounce this forest becomes hushed.
    It doesn’t matter if I run or how I try to hide.
    You will follow my pounding heartbeat because it means I’m still alive.
    My eyes dart around wildly but I already know,
    now’s the time to give up hope and let my heart beat slow.
    If I ran you’d chase me, Until I lay still.
    As the sun starts to set
    You make the kill.