Murder

Don Mac

Black night
face full of fright
body rigid, tight
scared to move
feel like I am glued, to the spot

strange what fear can do
make you see and feel things
that maybe are not there
I wonder
if I let you hurt me, will you care

is that a type of caring
painful sharing
you cut me , I cut you
gut you, like a pig
stick your head on a pole
lick my wounds, and calmly stroll , away
leaving you to decay

serves you right for mistaking me 
as a vulnerable stray
a dog, a thing , 
I am none of those
I perfect the pose, of an easy target

but all said and done, 
I won, I am alive, you are dead
dark night, 
like the title said