I feel my knees and muscles shaking
Rage and fear, hope breaking
Power racing, running threw me
My blinding, over whelming need
Its time to feed this need
I'm out for blood
I want to make you bleed
I'm out for blood
I want to see you bleed
Tiny claw on tiny fingers
On the hands in balls of rage
My Body slows, and seizes, lingers
Until I escape this cage
Smell of death
Stains my hairs
Fall to my feet
And spoil my hair
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