The Change
It should hurt,
but it doesn't.
Rather like a soft thouch,
a warmth spreading trhough,
streanght like none before fills my every limb.
evan though bones cack and groan,
suddenly no more such feelings, gone.
Instead a hunger a thirst takes over all.
I see only one for which i now lunge, jerking back crying no.
Its you standing there all alone,
but to late you know.
From terror that grips,
of what i have become, for its to late .
You run.
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