In the throbbing heart of chaos, where adrenaline cascades,There lives a starving animal, a creature of the shades.Its name is known by few who dare, the mind its habitat,For every soul who dares to delve, must learn to feed the rat.
This is not a beast of fur and claw, of whisker, tail, and fang,No, this beast is born within, with a silent, hungry pang.It yearns for fire, for flight, for fear, to fill it’s gaping maw,For within the wild whirlwind’s eye, it finds its sacred law.
The rat within craves not the scraps of ordinary days,Not the idle chatter, nor the familiar, well-trodden ways.It demands the surge of adrenalin, slicing through the haze,The thunderous roar of action, setting dormant hearts ablaze.
In the noise and rumble of the storm,…