Hunter on the ProwlAshen skinned with blotchy bluesHunter on the Prowl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Contrasted by red, the deep strong hues
Running down my chin like tears
I come quietly, scream to strike fear
Because I'm not one you can easily hear
Running quick through the night, with an eyeless leer
Crouching in shadows, waiting for those few
Immune to infection... they'll share fate of the others I've slew!
Hack-and-slash, I'll pin you down
Claw at you, helpless on the ground
Leave you in a bloody bath to be found
By those who manage to come around
Sweet success! You're now no more
What's left of you now? Nothing but tore-
Up pieces of bloody human flesh
Again like others, you failed my test
Run away now, scaling a building side
Using the help of a metallic pipeline
I rest on the roof, new blood on my lips
I'm worse than any of those slasher flicks
Beware me, your warning is my growling
Because out there, somewhere, there's a scowling
Beast watching you, anticipating your long horrified howl
Beware, foolish runners: a Hunter's on the prowl
The HunterThe HunterThe Hunter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dressed in blue
Duct taped everywhere
Ready to tear
Silent as night
A single earsplitting shriek
A battle cry
Pin down prey
A taste of Survivor
A bullet in the side
Shoved off prey
A snarl of anger
A pained yelp
The Hunter falls
Hear My ShreikHear My Shreik3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You hear me coming...
Why aren't you running?
There's really nothing
you can do.
I don't despise
my lack of eyes.
I wonder why
you need yours.
I smell you.
and hear through
your false bravado.
You want to run.
This game is fun.
I love it so.
You want to scream.
but it would seem
that you know...
Mine is more chilling.
I find your fear thrilling.
Soon I will be filling
my throat with your blood.
You think that I'm a freak
but when you hear my shriek,
the freedom you all seek...
You will never find...
Left 4 DeadBoomers, hunters, smokers and tanks;Left 4 Dead6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
all further deranged forms of those hideous monstrosities.
clearly I can hear them.
The boomers groan is more like a gurgle,
the smokers more of a cough,
the hunters and tanks simply scream and yell.
There are four of us now,
only four survivors,
only four of us,
only four of us against an army of the mutant undead.
Covered in the boomers vomit, I cower, filled with dread.
The aweful smell attracts them, that much I know.
Its only a matter of time now,
only a matter of time until they find me.
They search for us as we sit here and bleed,
so many wounds, no time to heal.
Its so close now, the shriek of the hunter pierces my ears,
its pounced on me now, ripping my insides out.
Sorry my friends, but its the end for me now,
theres no doubt.
Hunter~Hunter~Hunter6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Among the rooftops,
Is where I stay.
Looking down on survivors,
On which I prey.
Preparing to pounce,
A growl emanates.
I am the one,
Who controls their fate.
Nowhere to hide,
I will find you.
You will not live,
After I am through.
Rending your flesh,
My claws will shred.
Into chest and heart,
You'll be Left 4 Dead