Look up before falling down.
Grab something for the sake of a keepsake,
stab something for the sake of penetration.
Grow your fingernails, your fangs,
to submerge yourself into something foreign,
then forget you were ever there.
It'll get better. It will get worse.
It will grow and evolve,
adapt, adopt certain traits,
certain methods & measures to become better than the last.
And then, it will become something uncontrollable.
Like lust, like so much lust.
Or hate.
Such polar extremes, one can only become better by embracing both.
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