Rat 1: crawl/looks

first of a series of 3.

remorse to the point color blindness
struggle to tomorrow´s hard and cold bread
no time, no time no time just go
senceless purge of darkness and primal actions
furtive sly little pest
you make me sick, you and your kind
wish i could step you with the same vilely phase as the gigants
gigants of grey, of abundanse and s**t.
you are now just a nuance now that grey comes and eat all.
pest fill machine of neverending fetid hairs.
cloging our jails of gray, HOW DARE YOU?
bloodshock eyes with bland stoical mock
I must exterminate you.
theres no tears...nor cries for help now.
its my labor, now my passion.
you f*****g parasite... no more feels for you.
you f*****g rat.