Predator

Upstairs is my predator
Hidden in a dark closet
Ready with a knife in his left hand
He doesn’t have many teeth
but a lot of scars on his face
Bushy eyebrows frowning
He’s taller than me, fattier
The smell from his mouth
can kill the flies around him
Oily hands because of his
unwashed, messy hair
Dressed with a torn T-shirt
Black under his nails
He wears no shorts
Dirty, old, shameless man

He used crack for five years
He cooked the white powder
Was an addict with a home
He discovered heroin
Firstly smoked it
But he enjoyed it too much
So he wanted that warm
to be faster in his body
Pull on the nose isn’t nice
He got bored so quickly and
tried the syringe
Now, he is still an addict
The difference: homeless

He seems so desperate
Needs money for his friend
His only friend.
Stalks people on the street
Watches their homes and habits
Likes the families with one child
It’s easy to take money from him
But he can’t be recognized
and kills the child with a knife

He is in my neighborhood today
and in yours tomorrow
Be prepared after my funeral
Because I know my fate
And I’ll try to take a picture of him
Sending to you online
With the price of my life
He entered my room through window
A couple minutes ago
I know everything about him
And he knows everything about me
Maybe about you too
Goodbye, take care!

One thought on “Predator

  1. Bit awkward at parts, but flows alright. I’m glad everything is spelled correctly. Could be more informative, could not. Interesting that you know everything about him, too. That seems like a good defense mechanism!

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