INTERNAL
By Luke Johnson
A struggling heart
Is facing an onslaught
Beasts aim to tear it apart
His attempts may be all for not
From his chest wolves emerge
Hyenas rip at his veins internally
The heart shall submerge
In a fox's sly treachery
The clock strikes midnight
The heart the beasts did shred
Beneath the evil moonlight
A jackal walks amongst the ruins of the dead