Late night, drug fueled, gack eyed, sketchy types, that eye you with forceful lusting appetite with intent to dominate and devour you. They feed on your submission. You are their prey, and they will pounce if you allow them. These are the many that have no remorse, no empathy, only full throttled, ego injected, desirous rampage.
I felt the glazed gaze of The Eaters upon me, as I reached for my last drink at the after, after, afterparty.
by CruelWorld27 May 19, 2011