~ A Savage Spirit ~
My fight was a savage attack
Facing down my demons in the darkest of all woods
Bitten and bleeding in places I didn’t know existed
Cut up, skinned alive, the teeth sunk into my throat
As I snarled and fought, red-eyed, a wild creature myself
I became something I had to become; a necessary survival
Carrying deep wounds but somehow still alive;
A long way from the unblemished, innocent child
And those colourful days of candy and crayons
Far behind me as I now carry the tears in my flesh
And the ferocious lust for survival in my eyes
That causes each creature to fight till the bloody death;
To overcome a hostile and seething environment
The evolution of each thing tested by this world
To either be consumed by the beasts
Or become one yourself.
~ A Voice From The Wild ~ 