I crave the meat of their flesh.
If they run before I get a chance to kill,
we multiply like rats in a sewer.
We have our banters
but humans run in fear
and their fear wreaks with a smell
that we can track.
they can destroy us but we come
in great numbers all around.
Once we kill, we eat their meat,
their organs and their eyes.
All that’s left are their clothes and their blood.
All over the walls, the concrete ground,
and my face .
Nothing tastes as good as human flesh.
I crave nothing but human meat.
I may have green skin and yellow eyes,
I still have my kill.