Creeping through the night
looking for prey

Looking through the eyes of beast
Trying to act like man

Unashamed of the necessary actions
He fed and fed and continuously fed

Til the fill was at the pinnacle
It didn't matter the origin it was not cynical

Lurking through the unmanned territory
Trying to find another day of spirit

Positive mood only here for another moment in time
Only here for as long as it has the same kind

A battle between life and man
But life didn't know he had a plan

Survival of the wolves
in a land of lions

They could not band it's defiance

It's touch was less than mitus