Burning Fur
The city is never truly silent—But tonight, its hush is gutted, raw,Windows rattle from the pulse of distant sirens,And smoke chews through the alleys, licking law.There’s laughter in the soot and claws beneath the crawlspace,A riot’s hymn rises, fueled by hunger, fur, and sin,With twitching noses scented sharp with gasoline and disgrace,The bunnies gather, their revolution ready to begin.
Once, these fuckers posed in petting zoos,Pink-eyed, soft-bellied, lapping milk with children’s hands—Tonight, those days are nothing but tabloid news,Because innocence never stands when murder commands.On a block where mothers curse and children cling to cellphones,A parade of shadows surges, igniting trash bins,Tiny silhouettes leaping like plague across the stones,Every whisker slick with ash, every pawprints caked in sins.
They set fire to garden gnomes and chew wires to sparks,Dandelion fluff floats with embers, drifting in the night,Rabbits swarm the cul-de-sac, baring teeth, leaving marks,Screams are muffled by the crackling, children cradled tight.No savior in a suit is coming, nobody braves this burning block,While bunnies tear through fences and claw apart the locks.A landlord’s corpse smolders beside the shed,His eyes glazed with terror, his throat gnawed to red.
The news will never say how many begged for mercy,Or how the first to die was an old man clutching carrots in his sleep,While his wife prayed for angels, all she found was cruelty,Her face devoured, nothing left to weep.By sunrise, what’s left of the neighborhood redefines atrocity,Bunnies feasting on secrets, loose change, and bone—They set fire to the pastor’s robes and mocked his piety,Spitting blood and laughter in a heap of charred stone.
In a back room, lovers clutch and fuck with panic-sharpened need,Knowing it’s the last time, that pleasure and fear will breed.Sweat drips, moans are half hysteria, half desperate escape,As paws scuttle beneath the mattress, claws scrape.She whispers “harder” as the smoke eats through the door,He bites her neck, pretending the end hasn’t already arrived—But when fur brushes her calves and tiny teeth draw gore,It’s not passion that makes her scream, it’s the realization neither will survive.
Elsewhere, children watch cartoons flicker in blue light,Oblivious as the living room fills with smoke,Parents huddle in bathrooms, praying, holding each other tight,But prayers don’t mean shit when the world is broke.Every garden, every backyard, every empty pool,Turns battleground beneath the burning moon—The rabbits, with eyes alight and mouths so cruel,Rewrite the rules, making horror bloom.
When the smoke finally clears and nothing’s left to save,The city is gutted—every myth made true, every coward now brave.Ash settles on swings, on fences and beds,Bunnies squat atop corpses, chewing faces, splitting heads.No one will remember who started the blaze,No hero left to rise, no god left to praise.Just bunnies, fur burnt to leather, eyes slick with lust and fire,Still humping in the ruins, relentless, never tired.
Down in the subway, the lights flicker and fail,Fluffy shadows dart between rails, sparks dancing on steel—A woman, her dress half-melted, staggers, torn and pale,Dragged into the dark for a different kind of meal.The bunnies don’t discriminate—pretty, ugly, priest, or whore,Every scream is a feast, every secret a lure.They fuck, they kill, they burn, they play,It’s a nightmare carnival that will not end with day.
Every calendar burned, every church erased,No government, no cops, no armies left to chaseThe bunnies back to cages, to comfort, or to myth—Just charred fur, slick grins, and apocalypse.By the final hour, the air is scorched, bodies baked in mounds,Hares straddle the dead, giggling, rutting, making obscene rounds.Somewhere, a survivor watches through cracks in the stone,Learning the last lesson: Never trust the soft, never sleep alone.
In the gutted city, new rules are scrawled in blood and shit,Never name them pets again, never think you’re safe from it.Every horror starts cute before it breaks the skin,And every bunny gets hungry when the world lets evil in.