Predator

There is a predator in the shadows, 
a man with a need, 
a heart with a false tick... 
a growing sickly greed. 
There is a predator in the shadows, 
a man on the hunt 
he may be quite sketchy 
but he knows what he wants. 
There is a sick in your soul 
where the predator resides, 
making himself comfy... 
safe and warm deep inside. 
You look at me and smile 
with predatory eyes... 
I can see him in you 
strong, ready, and alive. 
Its a darkness that is in you 
chewing on your soul 
with a crunch crunch crunch 
that is sure to take its toll. 
You are not privy to your demons, 
as you blink the thought away... 
but only thought has left 
he is there to to stay. 
I can not fight your battles 
I can only watch you break 
crumble into the madness 
of your sad and twisted fate. 
There is a sick in your soul 
and I do not what to do. 
I would help if I could 
but I have my demons to. 
Please do not under estimate him, 
he has so much of you... 
twisting in his hands, 
as he wears you like a suit. 
There is a predator in the shadows... 
and it has gotten so dark here 
I can not see you anymore! 
This is the part that I feared. 
There is a predator in the shadows... 
a man with a need... 
to take you away, 
somewhere far away from me.