Stenches Swarm as I Flee.
Further is Closer, but Closer can't be.
I'm trying to hide from my own Misery.
This is not just an Excerpt; A Moment; A Thing.
Home is so ******* Far away.
Amidst these Beings, I am Forever alone.

As I Run through my City,
With arms so depraving,
I turn to the sky,
Now Scorched by their screams.
Their caustic teeth,
Slowly Sink into me.
A Carving so starving,
A Man, it could not be.

Dance, lover, dance,
Back, thrown from the chance,
That I might just Taste you,
And Submerge you in Hands.
Hands from the victims,
Now quick with demands.

Your Sweat wets the floor,
Your Blood Bank, A dried Store.

Drip,
        Drip,
                Drip,

You should have checked the Backseat.