Source: own
You're already neglecting souls,
those that are lost through the hidden holes,
looking for the absence of feeling,
to devour them and leave them in the desert.
You don't wait for the night, you just pick up the boxes of oblivion,
you search in them for weaknesses and mistakes,
the catches and the collections,
the guards for the uncertain future
and then you attack with nonsense weapons.
You don't care about pain, or crying, or grief,
all you care about is reaching your ultimate goal,
caresses and smiles, then throws the frozen claw,
and you comfort yourself in your lonely corner.
You've lost count. You don't care.
There you are, waiting for weakness and hopelessness,
you go out again without even thinking about it,
you follow the instinct they gave you.
since the beginning of time.
You have no remorse; it is your fate,
you just have to wait for the right moment,
you throw yourself without thinking, with your mouth open,
to take the last bite and feed your insatiable hunger.
You are not worth pursuing or even fighting,
in the end you know you'll be a winner,
that's why you're still here waiting for your next victim.
