A killer instinct runs in the blood.
It roars and rages,
As it twists and turns,
Like a river on the verge of a flood.
A killer instinct dwells deep within.
It renders us blind,
As it conquers our mind,
Like the burden we bear for the greatest of sins.
A killer instinct envelopes the soul
It stifles creativity,
As it spreads to our core,
Like a plague, it devours us whole.
A killer instinct blazes our heart.
It chars the soul,
As it flames our rage,
Like a spark on dry leaves, the inferno does start.
A killer instinct consumes our life.
It rapes our humanity,
And shackles our freedom,
Then pierces our love, like the blade of a knife.
© José V. Guerra Awe
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