'Round every corner
there's shadows to dance
with declined offer
chance after chance.
Wrapped in my fingers
my soul's intertwined
among pulsed singers,
arteries undined.
What of the others
with haulted blood flow?
No use of triggers,
but whispers of "no".
Hidden predators,
delusional prey.
Game of addiction,
their bodies they pay.
Eyes of the craver-
they see nothing wrong.
Screams of the bearer,
serenading song.
Swallowing copper,
partial to revenge,
but screams of beggers
can't stop the syringe.
The unbelievers
don't know of the sin,
like rain to river
hiding what had been.
Meat of the farmers
won't be good enough.
Livestock nor the wild-
the hunt isn't tough.
As violence lovers,
the human race strives
for killing others
and ruining lives.
We as progressors
will all be the same.
We're blind followers
to cannibal fame.
