Strolling
My favorite junkyard
Careless
I have been here before
Prod and
Poke nooks and crannies
Guard down
As I stumble around
Fumbling through the piles
Digging through trash
It's vile
Chewing through bags
Meanwhile
My fate had been determined
As I walk amongst the valley
A sharp pain shoots down my leg
Broken, bleeding, screeching
Hopeless, hungry, injured,
Subjugation,
Fox trap, has a vice grip on me
Now I have a choice to make
With my own flesh between my teeth
I feel repulsed
I almost stop because the pain is just too much
The crunching of my bones against my teeth
Gives me chills
And to be frank is making me hungry
A crimson spray
Soaks my muzzle
A taste of myself is all I needed
Tear the skin back
Exposing the muscle
Gnaw through the cartilage
Til the stump breaks loose
My severed limb
Has granted me freedom
I'm taking it with me
Cause it taste so good
I'm bleeding out
In my favorite junkyard
I try to crawl away
But I won't go far
Hand in hand and
Curled up in a bucket
Gnaw on what's left of my
Paw til I pass on