The creatures awake with the break of light;
The shallowness of each is revealed day after day.
The aloneness is swallowing each one, screaming to be filled, scratching the soul with nails, bleeding from within.
The creatures cover each other every passing day, not knowing one another. The pangs of disassociation tearing away.
Each night, a beast within is loosed from the inner cage to satisfy the craving;
Demanding to be entertained.
As the creatures move about, intertwining with those of like;
The dance of seduction and sensuality pulsates throughout the souls of each creature
Encouraged and led by the subtle drink of illusion.
The drink unlocks the schizophrenic, seeking and roaming with controlled rage.
As the moon passes from one point to another, the true nature of the animal is now completely hidden, replaced by something the animal needs to exist, but does not.
Screaming from the souls place, pleading quietly for the contact, hoping the next schizophrenic is of like soul.
Drink after drink the infusion of savagery and numbness wrap its arms around the lonely; moving from one to another
As the moon finds the final resting place, the creatures aware of the futility of the hunt return from where they came embracing the aloneness again, the soul cries.
The cycle of emptiness repeats.