In the shackles of unknown
Lies a beast, a beast with hunger of blood, flesh and everything in between...
A beast that thrives on chaos
His heart being darker than obsidian itself
Yet he stares into his soul for luminescence
But to his disdain he finds none...
None and yet he grins
Grins as he stalks towards the battered and bruised
Lying there unconscious absolutely with no roof
He digs his knife right as he scoots
Blood spluttering all...