If you haven't had it in so long,
your hunger turns to starvation,
then eventually in time,
your starvation becomes desperation.
Your forever yearning,
for something almost in sight,
always fighting for it,
with every inch of your might.
How does it feel to know,
your up against a masked enemy,
face all covered up,
with a hidden identity.
In the dark,
he is camaflaushed in black,
he comes out of nowhere,
to attack you in the back.
Your tainted vision,
makes it hard to see,
so you put your arms up,
and start to swing freely.
Your vision is impaired,
from the fog and the mist,
your adrenaline starts pumping,
and you become pissed.
You finally get ahold of him,
and reveil his identity,
that's when you can see,
the fear in your enemy.