Written by: Jeff Bresee

The feeling 
Haunts me
Time and time again
I sense it as it’s coming
Like a scent upon the wind

Like wind across the predator 
Wafts out to warn the prey
So likewise all I know and feel 
Screams ‘turn and run away’

But something deep in side me
In a way I can’t explain
Finds pleasure in the desecration
Need inside the pain

So mind and heart and faculty 
Drink of the traitor’s blood
And render my will helpless
Like a reed against the flood

Then yet again I falter 
For I now become as they
The predator has full control
I want to be the prey