If I were you,
I’d Slowly back away
and go Back the way
I came.
Wolves can sense Fear,
And You
Are Drenched in it
I Hear it Pulsing in your
Chest
And I can Taste it in
your Mouth
And, Let me tell you,
There is Very little
stopping Me
From Tearing out your
Weak, pale Throat
and Gorging on your
Lying Lungs.
To Me, People like
You
Are Prey.
Original Poetry 
July 7th, 2013 at 12:33 am
Reblogged this on Right to the (Pen's) Point and commented:
A very good poem from marcofreschi on originalpoetry.org.
July 7th, 2013 at 6:59 pm
Thank you for reading!