I can not see this man in pain.
I wish I could take it all away.
But the blade from the knife cuts too deep.
And makes you fall into a deep dark sleep.
Soon the blood from the cut shall seep.
Never once did he make a peep.

He looks at me through eyes of hatred.
As I wait with breath abated.
Lurking through the darkness.
Soon to rest he shall be laid.
As I sit waiting and pondering in the night's shade.
With his blood dripping from my blade.
For I am the hunter,
While he becomes the hunted.