Prey Sweet Dreams

Hunts can be fun, to find that deer.
Until your the hunted.
You run and scream.
Who can hear your cries of,
"Save me?"
Your thrown on the pavement.
Death hovers above your face.
To scared to move but you want
to see the killer!
Metal presses against your head.
Will he shoot you dead or
mute you with terror?
Sweat drips down face.
...
Eyes open!
Where am I, Why a bed?
It's a haunting dream.
Don't be fooled.
This time it's a dream,
don't let horror rule,
but always be ready to become the
Prey.