Mutations - Salt The Wound

Let’s pretend that in the end we wouldn’t have fallen down

Instead we’ll stand on our feet again, let’s pretend

The day that the starving man never bit me

This blood drenched man, seemed to cry for help, as he stared at me,

his eyes were changing

Rising to his feet, incapacitated, puking violently, charging straight for me

With his mouth opened wide drooling intensely, I leapt the fence and ran inside

In the house I hide, barricading everything, what would come next?

Terrified, running up the stairs, finally found the shotgun kept under my bed

It’s time to put an end to this nightmare;

I’ll end your life as quickly as I

chose to save it

Removing the Debris only to see, the starving man behind me, as he pounced I

never had a chance

He bit my hand, he fucking bit me, and it’s over for you swiftly placed the

shotgun, to his head

I’ll share the same fate soon