Carnivores

Every day there is more of you and less of me.
There is no substitute for our reality.
Your canines shine in the dark, the gleam blinding those who
were caught at the wrong angle.
When will the bite cause the blow?
When will the zebra fall to the strength of the lion?
My blood is on your paws.
Your mouth is an open wound.
I'll infect you long after I have left your mind.
You lick your canines clean.

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You are systematically erased.
Your eternal life now void.
It's useless.
It's restless.
The monster in your head is starving.
The monster in your head is weak.
So what are you now?
What can you feel now?

Your sheen, your digital glow.
As impotent as withered fruit.
Your sheen, when the world is too clean.
The germs attack.
The germs react.
The virus in your machine
has nothing left to eat.
The virus in your machine
has eaten everything we had.
So what are you?
Did you do enough now?