It's late, you hear it calling you. It's dark, and you're alone.
Tension builds. Impulse throbs just beneath the surface.
You want it, you want it badly.
It's like a wildfire thirst you need to quench.
Like frostbite slowly pulling you under.
You want to scream, beg it to stop.
As it continues to gnash at you, burn you, tempt you.
And it would seem to be the irresistible urge.