He comes back, creeping along.
ready to bite your head off.
The creature you wish would just stay down
Has longed to spring and so here he is.
Ready to dig his nails into you,
Ready to burn the flesh alive.
Ready to rip your heart and eat your brains.
He creeps to and from, faster and faster.
He doesn't care, doesn't acknowledge pity or mercy.
He carries you off into the night
Only to feast on the limbs he left for later.
You question your worth and he says you're worthless.
You question your fate and he says you have none.
You question your life and tells you to give up.
Fore you have nothing left to hold on to.
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