The animal

It runs,
It grunts,
Instinct is its fuel.

It hunts,
It taunts,
It has always been cruel.

Skin deep it lives within
Gnawing on your soul.
Between the good and the evil
It can disguise in any role.
Paranoia and fear, it feeds on your strong will,
It turns you into its slave once you’re all alone.

You cannot free yourself,
It will not let go.
There’s no one who can help,
You are on your own.

Your weaknesses are it’s strength,
It will feed off of you until the bitter end.

It will breath out foul desires,
Cravings of fire and ice.

You will become an empty shell,
Of yourself.
There will be no one left to tell,
Of your tragic tale.

It will find another host
When your eyes will lose its light,
You will forget, what you love the most
When your heart loses its sight,
In the end your life will shut down and close
And you’ll blame yourself, for not being right.

It hunts,
It taunts,
It has always been cruel.

It runs,
It grunts,
Instinct is its fuel.

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