A snarling dog
Is all that I have left
my base is now what used to be my protection
“scream”
“SCREAM”
SCREAM!
there is nothing below
and the illusions have all been eaten
I am full in my head
but hungry in my soul
for blood
the blood of the betrayers
the blood of the betrayers
something in me tries
to look at the grass
and trees
and to see the reasonableness
of nature
but as soon as there is a light tap
on my shoulder
I wheel
snarling
teeth exposed and gnashing
against air
and hoping for flesh
and spittle flies
and my desire comforts me
and feeds my furious hunger
gnashing
yellow
teeth
like daggers
my eyes roll back
and I allow myself to be consumed
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