Marked

With each passing moment, the nightmares worsen.

Tortured images of a past I cannot remember haunt me.

I know Im in danger I just dont know why.

Then he comes to my town.

I can feel him watching me, studying me, always from the shadows—like a hunter stalking its prey.

The closer he circles, the more aware of him I become.

His nearness is toxic, and yet

Theres something about the darkness within him that calls to me, that speaks to the scars of my troubled past.

Only a truly violent man could understand my demons.

He will either be my salvation or lead me to my destruction.