When i found him he was...eating Boi. He wouldn't stop, he wouldn't listen
I pleaded, "BRANDY MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
He turned, very slowly with chunks in his mouth
"More. More.."
He was grey...his hair falling out
We thought it was cancer, a disease. I still stand by the latter
He got skinnier, his ribs showing
He turned his hand into a claw by stitching together the fingers
He was in pain, at all nights and any hour screaming and wailing
He complained of hunger, we tried to feed him but he just would not budge
Flesh
He wanted flesh..
He was willing to EAT his friends to satisfy his growing starvation
We were next, we locked him in there
The door pounds, he's screaming at us
He's wailing loudly. "MORE...MORE"
God cant save him, and he sure as hell cant save us.
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