Crisis - Prisoner Scavenger

i am not what you think you see. one of the hunted. i am a ghost living in this
walking death. one of the hunted. i am game to the most vicious prey. one of the
hunted... sunrise and deathset, mind rots in to capture the soul. cage(ing) me,
suck the life from my veins. swallow your own breath, this is my fist in your
gut. collapsing now, this is the sound of my cracking bones. no insides left in
this body-i've let 'em all slip away. can't find the right sustenance-don't need
it anyway. i sleep in this bed of misery. and i wake paralyzed underneath the