It's been days since I've smelt it. Done it. I'm confined in this metal cage with ignorance, disgust and incompetence.
My hands tremble with anger and the slow forming hate towards my cousins. The rage comes in waves, I should be
able to over come this. Not just the feelings, but this giant construct that I am trapped it. I need to feed my lust.
I can't stop thinking about it, every moment is consumed with this feeling. I need to. But I can't do it here, not yet,
not to those undeserving.
How do I quench my thirst? I must, so this doesn't consume me.
Blood. It's all I think about.