Inhuman Nature from By Design by Wiccid

Inhuman Nature

Thin, dark tendrils, skin of bone. Steel-eyed silence, as blade hits home.
The cycle, tearing incising the pulp, disjointed limbs, the carnage swallowed voraciously as the meal still lives.

Thorned, appendages, stalk the black. sport, survival, or just habit?
Venomous, death from above and below, prey to an end, no politics or discussion just a, determined grin.

Following down through a hole in the ground where the monsters abound with inhuman nature.
Pulling the wings from the hate legged things, in the wrecked hellish rings of inhuman nature.

Spite, and spurn, undone, inhuman nature.
Fight, and burn, unclean, inhuman nature.

Blood black lipstick all silk and spurs. Tempting violent end, dormant purs.
The cycle, pulling the flesh from the lies, hot gutted tongues, the debris litters the hotel as the spent trophy slumps.

Hard mantis thorns, hot thusting scorn,
Ingesting essence in this shadowed form.

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