Unapparent inclinations
Uncontrolled ravenousness
Dominated
By fantasy
Out of control
No way to hold up

Clotted gore
Shredded skin
Pieces of meat
Are cleaving at me

The smell of blood
And dying flesh
Is cozing me
And explains
My actions

Run...
Run...
Try to hide!

Run...
Run...
No escape!

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