They wear a mask so grand,

everyone sees, believes their glaring charm.

Not even a second their presence I can withstand,

only I can see the hidden harm.

They hover around me like a drone,

night and day are the same

to them; My mild-heart is more prone.

Everything they do is for fame.

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Darkness is their breath

night to them is a day light

my plight is their meth

they orgasm at my plight.

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I stopped running away

I stopped being their prey

I cleared my airway

now, my mind is full of grey.

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I became steady

I became lethal

their minds became heady

now,  they  stopped being lethal.

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They are the Hyena

but this is  my  arena

this is my front

and … This is my Hunt!!!