Stalk Of The Falcon

 

Stalk of the Falcon

~Miss A

 

Am I aware of you, or am I not?

But maybe this running away, this beating heart

Trying to hide, wishing to escape has something it portrays.

Is it burring senses in me, or is it not?

 

What do I do, for you do have a bad image...

From the eyes, fierce whiskey in the tone

From the aura, tormenting forging power in its strings

Or the beak, you propose in our matter

Or the claws, cutting-ripping your preys

I don’t wish to be tailed, won’t be your prideful decay.

 

Am I imagining things, or am I not?

You were here right away, I bet

Now you are so lost, there’s no hint left.

Am I seeing things, hallucination, is that what’s it called?

 

I can still feel the presence; I am just too much of gut sure...

There’s a void now, which was occupied before

There was something there, in the sky

Even if it wasn’t you, there was something

It has to be.

I can still see dense texture of the skin,

Still can make out the figure, can draw a pattern

My unknown senses can’t calm down now,

 I’m somehow very aware.

Fear can display you strange things, like the inexistent.

 

I am questioning myself, was it even real?

But if it wasn’t, then the previous encounters never exist

Past can’t be lied.

Can it be?

 

How can I know, how can I be sure of all of this...

One way is to walk in the trap you might be setting in

And realize all that you can see, accept it.

And I tilted my wings, before I could sought my way

You can either make sure that you’re going to be a victim

Or you can wait, till you get hunted down and displayed

Oh! I got the posture right, the Falcon is disappearing away

How could I be blind, to be stalked for decades

And yet only understand, when the cruel hunter is on his take

I’m sure now, of all the liveliness I felt, wasn’t a mistake

 

I’m doomed, I’m doomed, what can I do now?

The spotted feathers have vanished in the spots of wild now

‘Cause changing tracks against Falcons, only help them trace better.

The bright blue morning sky, looks like vibrant mourn cave now, why?

 

I feel lucky now, for the Falcon has changed its way...

You won’t seemingly attack now, won’t move your pawn

For the Falcons choose its prey, when we fly at our highest

I don’t want to give up this achievement now, and go low

But the pride has been already tarnished, as I melt in the soil

Already damaged me now, for the eyes strike through like a dart

Like an arrow, through my heart. Like a bullet, through my brain.

Preceding a ritual across my soul; cramping a chaos in my veins.

The days stalk is over, let’s now go to the pond, and quench the thirst

Your job is tough, but I would need water more, for now and for forever.

Blood doesn't flow when you get hurt or get cut only,

It flows forever in your veins, inside your body, until you live.

Drink this elixir of life as it poisons bit by bit

'Cause a rock can be broken by another rock or drops of water falling in continuous motion.

Was it a falcon? Was it a Vulture? Was it a Snake?

Peace exists! Even after knowing everything, I know nothing for god’s sake

Silence prevails the animals, which can’t scream.

It was all a joke, there was nothing! Am I sure it wasn’t a dream?