The lioness.
You really think you can handle me.
After everything I have been trough, everyone I had to push away from me, every single thing I had to forget, to be able to keep living?
And you still belive in the fact that you'll be able to handle me, to win in a war with me?
Well, to help you out of your dream, no. You cannot handle me as a person.
Matter of fact, you cant handle me as a loser, a captive, or even if i'm tied up to a goddamn chair. Try again loser. Think better next time. I will kill you, torture you, smash your head against the cold concrete if I have to.
I feast on my prey, like a lioness. Ruthless, yet so delicate and swift.
Im not afraid of blood. Im not afraid to get back at you for revenge. Im not afraid to murder someone cold bloodedly. I know no mercy.
I play with death. I walk beside the devil. I am not satan, I am worse than her.
Take away the things I love most, and I will hunt you down.
The gazzele.
My love is also my worst enemy. The lioness hunts me down and feasts on me, yet not like prey.
Thy hurts me and the lioness will take thy down.
I move like a ray of sun and yet so fast. Look away and ill be gone.
I know how to love, without having to hurt. I know how to take a punch but will eventually fall down like a delicate leaf. Here I am, confined and yet free. A bounty is set on my face, and they will not stop until I am captured in their claws.
When I am lost she will help me. She will come to safe me. And she will not still.
My mind is set on her, yet my body not. Shes full of love, and yet so dangerous.
I cant live without her, but I also cant live with her.
Is she death, or paradise?
I.