Flee.
Run until your lungs
Give out, breathing
Laboured, caught,
And acid eats your limbs.
Run until your legs
Scream and collapse,
Shaking, quivering.
I am behind you -
It is no effort:
I have no lungs
To cry for oxygen,
No muscles
To exhaust,
And so I drive you before me,
Like cattle.
Onwards.
I chase forever
A wildness not my own.
Your crimes are my
Life's breath,
Your murders
My essence, blood:
I hunger for despair.
Misery!
I feed upon it:
It is my being.
Relentlessly I drive
As I am driven.
I myself work Fate,
Yet am consumed by it,
Burning flames of forest fire
That is its own destruction,
Combustion, internal and total.
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