The Hunting Prey

Can you see them dash your way?
They hunt in pack, they're on their way
They track you down, bleed you, skin you
Invite you to their feast
They chew you up and spit you out in their own image
Driven by greed, sensing your need.

Slowly you turn into what you were not
Predators sick, corrupt and broken
Forced to endure, forced to adapt
Darwinism into reverse gear
Slowly but steadily you die.

Do I see you turn this way?
Shedding your prey’s skin
The hunter cloak is on
Smell the blood, stalk the weaklings
The taste of iron in your watering mouth
The look of deceit in your greedy eyes
And the claws to haul me from my lair.

Slowly you turn into what you were not
Predators sick, corrupt and broken
Forced to endure, forced to adapt
Darwinism into reverse gear
Slowly but steadily you die.

Logic in reverse gear. Regress!

Lamarck, Darwin, Watson, Creek
Your helix defines my personality
Your helix defies my paranoia.