-aug 24 Predator Who are you? One fit for the day, Yet alone in the night... Inflicting upon it an air of superiority; Concealing a grin, As it humbly embraces the refuge of your shadow. So I'll get a little closer. But wait... Who are you? Erect by the street; More motionless than your surroundings. And like a venomous snake, Intimidating the air to stillness... Allowing your exhaled smoke A chance to quickly flee, And warn the heavens of your presence. So I'll break the stillness. But wait... Who are you? A bright round face, Boasting plump rouge cheeks... Clean to the touch, Yet filthy with years of abuse. Closer... But shit. Who are you? Rugged skin, Choked with unearthly scars. A swollen eye, Casting as a sun, In the theatre of perception; Illuminating the agony Of an unnatural smile. And your flaws, Simply add to your perfection... Composing a courageous melody, In the symphony of beauty; In the orchestra of life. I must see your story. I must live your tale. But not now. As you step into the bus. And until tomorrow comes. I must again wait.