Fury
When need becomes blind lust. Blood boils through burning veins, Recirculating that raw, primal rage. The soul sheds its sensibility, Freed from decency's cage, A body operating on instinct. While eyes turn dark and hollow, Tense muscles contract and flinch, Teeth grit and fingers clench. Rasping breath rumbling low, Forecast for the oncoming storm, Humanity has drained away, Leaving lust in its hollow form. Now, the prey is identified, Helpless, wide...