Why are you one of the hunted?

I know you tire of the chase.

You have been here before.

Know these dark halls.

They are both your safety and prison.

Hoping to befriend them before your enemy does.

***

Do you not know how they attack?

I know you have felt their teeth before.

The way they savor every ounce of pain and loss.

Yet you fill yourself back up for them.

Refusing to learn the position where they do the least damage.

Not understanding that they prefer you try to run away.

***

Are you not of the same design?

You could choose to run or fight back.

There is a thrill in the stubborn resilience of that kind.

Building up instead of breaking down.

They hunt you because they know that.

Addicted to the last drop.

***

You had to learn the choice all along.

That your will is equal to theirs.

That the attack reflects more on them than you.

They made that choice a long time ago.

Never changing even when they mastered the halls.

So what will it be for you? Will you be the hunted or the hunter?