I feel impure.
Canned up,
Dirty,
Inferior.
There are days,
Strange days where the rain falls towards the skies above,
Days where I smile,
Laughter fills the air.
Sometimes I get so hungry.
Starved like a rabid wolf.
I crave flesh,
Some blood would be nice too.
I love...
I would love...
I'd love to...
Eat you.
Erratic Behaviour
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