sat in the corner

sat in the corner like a spider hideing in wait

goint to slaughter extensive masses thousands dying in vain

the taste of blood whilst warm rolls cold off my tounge

cos i will catch kill , maim and eat i think im going insane

inside my head

all of these thaughts i make make sense

but in the land of the dead

i am just pushed back up against this fence

backed up on the wall

lying silently in wait

for the day , when the day will come

but now the death rates will rise and the day has come to  a time scale of too late

Author's Note

mornings are fun