They look upon me, savage eyes scanning
Flesh must be given and retribution paid
Hands stretching out, taking from my body
Offerings present and sacrifices made
The others lock the door
The night is alive
Until one is given, the evil takes the mind
Clutching their crosses
The property of fools
They dig in softly with fingernailed tools
A second's breath watches finger to lips
Devouring intestines
Softer organs rip
Pain envelops this sacrificial meat
Taking little effort to satiate the need
Without a voice to scream or a consciousness to move
They threw me to the pack
A donation of food
Animal instincts begin to check
Rigor mortis sets in
I stagger to stand upright again
The dead always win