Lost Love:

I am the tiger, softly sliding through the shadows wearing a cloak of deep silence.
You know I am there but you cannot see me.
Am I coming for you?

I am the vulture that wheels lazily above the vulnerable, drops and tears.
You know I’m there but you don’t know why.
And I, the vulture, will not say.

I am the hungry shark, unseen beneath you, an uncaring killing machine.
How can you remove my savage hunger?
There is only one way.

We are the howling pack, hunting, drool dripping from yearning fangs.
We will not listen to your questions. They mean nothing.
Your life is owed to us for unknown crimes.

I am the snake; I am the rattle you hear but cannot see as you desperately cast around.
I cease my noise. Your heart thrashes. Your palms sweat. Your mouth is dry.
I strike, silent; a body falls and writhes. You gasp. It is not you – this time.

I am the lava, spewing and searing all in my path, contemptuous of obstacles.
You mean nothing, none of you. You are less than a rock
And cannot stem my vicious tide.

I am terror, dark as the night, bright as the day, carrying both bomb and bullet.
I care not if it is you who dies, I merely thirst for the end.
I am the man-eating tiger for I loathe mankind.

I am the planes which fly into buildings, the bullets and the bombs which rip and tear
And you are an abomination, you with your freedom and your love.
My creed is hatred, my master Death.