The Hunt
Eyes grow wide, sweet adrenaline Coursing through, a strange rushing Of hot blood, primal thrills In every bounding leap A sadistic desire to consume And in devouring be devoured. […]
Eyes grow wide, sweet adrenaline Coursing through, a strange rushing Of hot blood, primal thrills In every bounding leap A sadistic desire to consume And in devouring be devoured. […]
The air is thick and still in amongst the trees, every surface dappled with shafts of light penetrating through from the canopy. Insects crawl in the damp soil, hidden […]