The Snack

I feel vexed by the company I keep. Tigers prowl through the night; hungry, cautious, carefully creeping toward it's prey. Tears fall down my cheeks in hurried sprints, falling to the cold tile floor. How I miss my lifelines, my saviors, my consolers. I am so isolated in this strange land of wild man-eaters. There is nothing for me here, except everything that I need. How tiring this party is; this party of positive influences, this party of accepted society. How much more can I sacrifice to feed them- I've already given my brain, an arm, a foot and my ass, yet their hunger never ends. It's my heart they hunger for. It's my heart they shall never possess. Tear me alive limb by limb, scratch my eyeballs out of their sockets, pull my intestines out vigorously with your powerful teeth, but my heart will remain protected. They can not have it. They will not have it. It is mine to keep.