Running from the Future

Bleeding dark into the night
Anger has ceased to be quiet
Blood on my fur tears on my face
How did I end up in this horrid place
inside my mind, I'm trapped as the hunters approach.
Hunters of my past, present, and the unknown future that rules my life.
Yet the closing are illusion that only build up on the lies.
I can't end up like they did.
Poor souls that were confused so they scattered and hid.
Strays in the city looking for the lost wild that they ran from out of curiosity and fear.
But i cant bare to live like this...

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