We live in two planes at the same time.
Bearing hunger with a fake smile.
We wear skin to disguise.
To hide hunger, pain, greed or to survive.
We're monstes running inside our own minds.
Damaging souls, destroying lives.
We've sins wrapped around our fingers,
Dripping down through greeds & scars.
We're hunters trapped into our own traps.
Hunting our desires just to met our demise.
We're animals out for blood,
Tearing our prey limb from bones.
We're vampires from those old myths.
Luring our hunt to play with it, just to kill.
We're wolves looking for moon.
Surviving through chaos we've designed.
We're spirit in the dark nights.
Lingering in the woods envying light.
We're everything we've feared not to be.
We're exactly what we need to be.
We're invincible & vulnerable at the same time.
This is us & we're trying are best to be alive.
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