Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Hunger

Highway lines escape me. Hot chrome mufflers burn. Faces blur, jump out of no where. Crowds coming from the field, laughing. They are us, but we lost them. Sailing down the slops of slow death. Tasting the dagger of delight. Flesh feeds off flesh, tirelessly hunting. Hair hidden revealed brings madness. It never sleeps. Devours. Hunger.

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