Rouge Park - Cloud Rat

The ice is finally thawing.

Take notice to a decaying smell

Paws and mandibles, to our surprise, come blooming out

Muzzles and secretions intertwined

With wrappers and garbage

Fifty dead dogs strewn about

You had the power of steel.

You had the power of weight

To build a pit, to use fear as bait

Human infliction and the four stages of cruelty

They’re my machines with no souls

I can hear them whimpering over the sneering laughter

The collar placed around my throat

A dominant leather reminder

Gutted.

Classified as property

I must obey, or I will be broken

Frozen.

No justice.

Cryptic.

No salvation

The ghosts will find you by other means

One day soon, you’ll be thrown in a pit

Deemed destroyed.

Just for the rush of it