It thirsts but no desire to drink
Or vomit after drinking
Acute onset
Heating. Numbing. Boiling.
Stretching Open
Heating. Numbing. Boiling.
My Belly Button
It crawls out of the corpse
Without a sign of fear
Kill it before
Its eyes shun all remorse
Grinding on mother's ear
It is too late
Red, red raw, red rare meat
Haunting the human beings
Red, red raw, red rare breed
Walking among the free
Red, red raw, red rare meat
It haunts the human beings
Red, red raw, red rare breed
It walks among the free
*Steve Solo*
To be forced alone with the darkness
Born as a cannibal, is it really its fault?
Guilt played upon survival
Its desire to breathe can only lead to sympathy