The Hunt

I allow myself to be played
Like the sitting buck
Frozen in fear.
Maybe if I stand here and wait,
You won't see me,
Camouflaged into nature.
But remember...
The hunt is a game.
As you stick out, glowing fluorescently,
Brightening my day...
Or at least I thought so.
But you are really out to get me.
Take me for what I am worth to you.
Nothing.
I am worthless.
You cannot buy anything with a buck,
But you can make all the sense in the world.
Shoot me seven times.
It was always my lucky number.
And hang my head up high on your wall.
Because I was the one hunting for you the whole time.
So tear through my useless flesh
And put my heart in a jar.
Hold it close and see that my dreams were never too far.
And when you are scared to hunt again,
Take my fossilized trophy heart and listen to it sing
A tune of sorrow, sadness.
Let the bullets ring.