Selfish Bastards

The claws are gripping,

Ripping.

They pull fast.

But they pull hard.

Blood gushing.

Pain rushing.

It’s non stop.

Got it on repeat.

Won’t retreat.

Gasping at the whole let behind.

Have to hide.

The monsters come back for more.

All around closed doors.

Broken glass cracked floors.

There’s no mercy.

No compassion.

They look for a misguided passion.

Constant brawl.

Don’t care if you fall.

Have most, wants it all.

-M.Fernández

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