The young boy, now a man, sits in dread of imagined threats, and bemoans his station.
The young boy, now a man, sits in dread of imagined threats, and bemoans his station.
Working so hard | To stave off the inevitable and empty | And it comes regardless
Lurking in shadow | Wet fang sharpened and shimmering | Monster pained with hunger | Predator’s eye fixed
Forever drowning | Under the weight of myself | All my mistakes | And a cloud of vapor
