Savage beasts

as the odds stand against me

as i walk the glass covered roads, lost

The savage beasts sink their teeth into my feet 

 and dark blankets cover my eyes.

My blood must taste awfully good

for thier bites never cease upon my skin

 Why is the blanket to heavy upon my shoulders?

Is it thier acid spit, soaking into the fabric?

Is the Backyard Chicken peering its ugly head at me

wating for me to collapse in fear? 

Fear on the glass covered roads?

 

 

 

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