Being Prey

Like a lion feeding on a gazelle
I wasn't your first or your only
I was only one of many that you'd kill

Of all the killers out there
You were the one for me
You had to choose the weakest gazelle

First, you had to spot the one
Who happened to be away from the herd
Off on its own, completely oblivious

Next, you had to chase it down
It didn't take much to catch
And you tackled it to the ground

Slowly, you started picking it apart
First it was the flesh
Then it was the meat you gobbled in one bite

To leave a carcass lying there
For vultures to find later
And then the lion's off to find a new prey

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