Struggling to live in the world we made for ourselves, for each other! For we never made this world in the image of kindness. We never cemented these bricks with the intention to shelter one another.
We only wished to trap each other.
We built this world on lies to make it a climb for power. We slip poison into each others cups. We did not fall to the hand of an enemy, we fell subject to not being able to trust anybody at all to do the right thing, not even ourselves.
We made a world where only the strong prevail, and each day, we weaken each other in the lust for menial things.
We are the predator. With jeering claws, horrible fangs, and horrifiying speed. We pin down the most helpless of prey, tearing through its unloveable flesh and grinning the heck off our snouts when blood stains our paws, and you open your maw, flashing shark-like teeth at your victim,
the last thing they'll see before death and you-- and YOU--
But moments away from clamping them dead in a saw-like manner, you notice they have the same eyes as you. Same nose. Same facial structure. Same face. Just... scared.
And in the reflection of their eyes, you can see a glimpse of your own face. You look scared too.
We are the prey.
Will you do it? Will you hurt yourself in hunger for something more?
I know the blood warms your paws in a masochistic way that you may enjoy. But is that because no one ever held your hands?...
You poor thing...
I'm sorry it had to be this way.