Hurtling through a spiral with no direction,
From love gone bad and back to evolution,
Transforming to a substance of a rotten corpse of some dead animal.
We are not even the maggots that would dare to play.
We are cruel and a form of torture to each other.
Speech spoken from lips are always words spoken in a tongue to whiplash.
We are despicable beings whom always feed each other pain,
Striving to see each other broken and beaten.