Like the eye of a storm; The silence held, dripping like blood, Only a while it stayed. And then the silence was gone. It was torn apart, By a pack of wolves, So immense and horrific. Peace, in shreds. The blood dripping. He begged of them, They payed no heed. They howled and laughed, And carried away chunks Of his flesh, in their mouths, Red in greed, and malice H e heard his every cell Shriek in pain, H e was going to fall apart. He tried to choke his scream, He had killed his dream. Only for a while, He hit back at the beasts, And tried to flee. Then he picked them up His own body parts. He started eating them, Was he consuming himself ? H e had prayed to thee. Did you hear him ? Could you see ? Was he consuming himself ? Were those beasts inside him ? Or were they outside his existence ? To put himself together; H e had to consume the self. From beasts to angels They had transformed. None can consume himself, He had only consumed his ego.
In my mind is a strange attractor!