Scent of Desperation - insp. by L. - 01 Jan 2007

The tracks seem fresh, so I live to know.
Soon your sweat drops warm, fists clenched so,
Silent messages loud yet unclear.

The words left unspoken between deep breaths,
And silent still, the meaning's arrest,
Labored, it puts me on the trail again to stalk the feared.

Scent of desperation.

So now, for the prey to sense the hunter,
The hunter to clench the prize,
Clearer still in silent air,
No words are seen with the eyes;

My blood, too, it tells a tale,
My viens full and disfigured now.
Words are spoken the smell is hidden,
Or is the trail altogether lost in a vow.

Scent of desperation

A trace of desperation could never act,
And the stench will not be tracked,
the hunter or the prey.

A bounty of blood and musk to indulge,
For a darkend soul the scent unfolds,
A word like a vision - a trace to hunt another day.

This isn't it.