the hunter

He’s the hunter of utterance of destruction He sleeps when I am awake I long to hear him whisper  To give my ears a break His tongue is a loaded gun It’s barrel as cold as ice Late at night when i am sleeping His bullets strike me twice His throat is stuck with reason As he pulls back on his bow He listens for a heartbeat A sound he yearns to know  Hes the hunter of utterance of destruction His target is a life And when he sees me breathing  He sharpens every knife His fingers on the trigger  As Im reaching for a pail For all my blood to drain into  To quench him in his hell Hes the hunter of utterance of destruction In confidence he soars With every word thats uttered  Through every vein that pours  Theres too much information Too much noise in his brain Then he digs a grave to put me in When he sees that ive been slain Hes the hunter of utterance of destruction His voice is dark and deep Death is all around him  When his words have gone to sleep