The Moonless Night

The Game of Survival No food or little food is what we get, Its been days, but not in sight yet. Predator or prey are what we are, If prey is what we chose we get hit with the bar. If predator is what we, choose then we get food, Prey have a chill when they see us take off our hood. Prey are weaklings but to be a predators is to be an animal, Why? You ask, do we fight for something this trivial, It is because this is the wild game of survival.

Balance! I struggle to be as jovial as I can be, But it all ends when I see The most horrific of sights, A sight that comes on the most moonless of nights. I see a familiar face, A face that makes everything a blurry haze. A face that has existed as long has I have on this Earth, It knows my every thought, It was with me since birth, It is driven on making me rot. A reflection this face is, One that is embedded with the devil's kiss. A creature driven on emotion, Just to make my destruction in motion. The creature say,"I know what you want, A challenge, a puzzle... anything to make your brain slant. My words you should heed, For I know what your mind desperately needs, Wreak havoc and from reality run away, And remodel your dead mind, For this is your kind, Your mind must be flayed." "If I refuse." "Then painful memories will be in use, Horrid memories you hid away, Shall no longer be hidden, nay!" "Give me the pa