Chapter 2: Awake

August 8 at 9:20 PM

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Unwashed hordes
Amble along
Tattered rags
Dangling
From weary bones
Ravenous cries
Echo across the plains
Mindless scavengers
Yearning
For a scrap of flesh

But not this wayward soul
My mind
Is not so far gone
That I cannot reel in
My darkest desires

I struggle
To string together
A few simple words
Moans
Whimpers
Nothing more
Than gibberish

At times
I sound no different
Than the others
I’ve tried communicating
With them before
Wide blood-red eyes
Blackened tongues wriggling
They simply do not comprehend

None are like me
Nor seek a remedy
For this plague
They stagger along
Submissive to their pangs
Hunger the only notion
Crossing their feeble brains

Like insects they scatter
Into the horizon
Till they can crawl
No more
While I sit
And pray