Last Of Your Kind

Last Of Your Kind

Their hungry for your flesh,
They’re hunting you down.
You have no one left,
You’re the last of your kind.
How does it feel,
When you have no friends.
Does the pain feel good,
Because there’s more too come.
No where to run,
Nowhere to hide.
You’re running out of time,
They’re going to catch you.
And when they do,
You’ll feel my pain.
They’re going to rip you apart,
The pain will be too much.
The fear will kill you,
Then you will have no one left.
I was tormented till death,
I had enough pain.
Death isn’t that bad,
It was better then life.
I couldn’t stand them,
So I took my own way out.

By Fred Smith