He was dying
Panting at her fingertips
Ingesting each print
So she cuts them off
The pinkie to thumb
Hoping she can escape his presence
Before he can finish his first meal
She weeps as she runs
He prefers the chase
Not the satiate
Taking more than he needs
Insatiable greed
Some live through hunger to avoid the fears of the forest
But the forest belongs to no man
Nomad or not man
We are all human
So why do some seem to be at the bottom of the food chain?

Why are men living as rats, mice, vermin
Swallowed by the system
We find our own selves choking on the moldy food they feed us
And breed us
Collapsed at the hands of the scientists
Squirming against the foreboding
Injection of complacency
Death, oh Death
Please not me
Spare my flesh
Who decided it was yours to take
The mercy of freedom,
Debased,
Monetized,
Capitalized,
For the gain of nothing
Of my soul resistance,
Of my desires,
Of my thickened blood and scarred skin,
Sleepless nights, apocalyptic dreams, blood cutting screams, and pipe scheams
These night mares awaken me to the reality-
The fires, looting, not knowing where you'll sleep, how deep will it steep?
How long can we sieth and writhe in our unchained skin,
Unsure where to begin?
They shove our noses to the grind until we lose our senses
and fall into the dog food stew
of a greasy McDicks burger
Chewed up and spit out
Stumbling and wandering
And the panic only rises
until we think we've found and outlet
somehow able to see a shred of time where the aren't walls arent climbing
and our feet aren't aching
And our chest breathes slowly with the waves