Unwashed hordes
Amble along
Tattered rags
Dangling
From weary bones
Ravenous cries
Fill my ears
Mindless scavengers
Yearning
For a scrap of flesh
But not me
Never me
My mind
Is not so far gone
That I cannot reel in
These dark desires
I struggle
To string together
A few simple words
Jumbled nonsense
Whimpers
Moans
At times
I sound no different
Than their groans
I’ve tried communicating
With them before
Wide blood red eyes
Blackened tongues dangling
They simply do not
Comprehend
None are like me
Nor seek a remedy
For this plague
They stagger along
Submissive to their pangs
Hunger the only notion
Crossing their feeble brains
Like insects they scatter
Into the distance
Till they can crawl
No more
While I cower
And pray
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