Mutations

Let’s pretend that in the end we wouldn’t have fallen down
Instead we’ll stand on our feet again, let’s pretend
The day that the starving man never bit me
This blood drenched man, seemed to cry for help, as he stared at me,
his eyes were changing
Rising to his feet, incapacitated, puking violently, charging straight for me
With his mouth opened wide drooling intensely, I leapt the fence and ran inside
In the house I hide, barricading everything, what would come next?
Terrified, running up the stairs, finally found the shotgun kept under my bed
It’s time to put an end to this nightmare; I’ll end your life as quickly as I
chose to save it
Removing the Debris only to see, the starving man behind me, as he pounced I
never had a chance
He bit my hand, he fucking bit me, and it’s over for you swiftly placed the
shotgun, to his head
I’ll share the same fate soon