There is a lurking danger.
Like a predator awaiting its chance.
To attack me and rip out my throat.
But I’m no longer your puppet to dance.
I refuse to let days and nights pass me by.
Consumed by a fear of the hunt.
I’ll deal with your face,
when it invades my space.
But let me go ahead and be blunt.
Pounce. Attack. Or do nothing at all.
But now you know that its true.
You can bite me.
I’m not afraid of you.