Exhausted and chased by predators
My flesh is what they want to steal
Many enemies, fewer allies to help
Their flesh a sort of our species, not
Looking blank imposters, inhuman
Entering into a unconscious shock
Our future species or in devolution
Will we feed upon our own young?
Are our dreams of a future done?
Are our species hopes finally gone?
How might we escape the future
We are children of a broken past
Will our generation be the last?
