In the hole,
photo by hungrybison
you’re either a predator or the prey.
A survivor,
or victim.
There is no kindness,
just paranoia,
and agression.
Inside the psychopath,
there is humiliation,
a freezing grayness,
despair, denial, anguish.
Present is an unending blinding light,
which highlights our fear,
a fear that must be hidden,
as it marks us as prey.
There are no men here,
only mad dogs.
