Predator of mind!.

Predator is my soul

Whose claws are

Ready to eat flesh

With no ounce of empathy.

Predator is my body

Which likes to hibernate

For long and profound

With no echoes of outrage.

Predator is my spirit

Always ready to have a

Sweet revenge from

Temperaments

Boiling my blood.

Predator is my mind

To all the hanky-panky

Done to bring me down

With treachery and disgust.

Predator is my being

Still sympathetic to

Chances who oath

Before me.

Predator is my psyche

Which saddens with the

Grey of the dusk leaving

The nightingales to rule

The bright.

Predator is my intuition

Filled with barriers

Of invasion done

With the simple act

Of diplomacy.

Predator is my fa├žade

Born when the sting

Of wounds still linger

In my body rupturing

Me apart.

Predator is my defense

Which blooms only

With self esteem and

Recognition of myself.

Predator is my furry

Which will cease only

When matters are left

In the hands of the might power.