As the space between the creatures
Becomes smaller and smaller
They move erratically
Bumping into one another
Like balls on a pool table
Turning themselves
Against one another
Becoming the beast
That is about to prey
Upon its weaker self
Distances becomes larger
And wider
As, never in life before
A target for pain and misery
A sad state of affairs
The creature coming to a dead end road
Cannot rewind the clock
Cannot help himself
Get himself out of the dark
Where he is!
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