blood-lust

They came in swarms
They came, determined
They came to kill
They came to devour

Blood was what they were hunting
Blood was in their eyes
Blood was the object of their hunger
Blood was taking them over

I stood there, alone
I waited, turned into stone
I stood there, staring
I waited, waited for my inevitable death

They passed me by,
They stopped, turned around
They laughed scornfully
They tore me apart, as an afterthought

I don’t know where I am
I feel weightless, like air
I feel unaware
I don’t know where I am….