Your dear one is like a lost hunter
blind to direction, unsure of his prey.
Content, it seems, to stir up chaos,
spreading trouble near and far.
I already see where this story leads.
All I can do is stay grounded.
But he’s not hunting to survive
he’s hunting to ****.
And he doesn’t care
who gets hurt along the way.
God, please
don’t let him find my way.