What is it to be human, or animal?

What is the difference of us to primitivization? What distinguishes our stature to say that of a wild dog? The dogs fur is gentle and light, hiding the dirt and parasites that lie underneath, which can depart and clutch onto you, draining or mucking your life force. It’s eyes are blank, which leaves you to the inference of the dogs virginity to the primitive instinctual drive of derangement, which lies rooted in the depths of its mind. Its teeth are pristine and white, after having forced its victims to give up their crimson that flows within them to supply the its drive.

The tender nuzzle of itself against you slowly surfacing that very same primitiveness inside yourself, suppressed by the grasp of sanity. You glide your hand along its fur, your teeth clenching. It is then when you're most vulnerable, it bites you, surfacing your sacrifice of blood, the very thing that gives you life. Of course, you don’t know if such action was the intent of violence, or love, but it is clear that it’s the surrender to derangement that couldn’t be overcome. Will you succumb? 

Will you succumb when your skin is scattered with the parasitical drainage of vitality? When your eyes no longer resemble that of a single distinguished thought? Or when your teeth are coated in the scarlet drops of bitter expiry, your mind craving more. Of course though, you wont. Because what is derangement? What meaning does it have anymore? If it is rooted in the mind, what reasoning would there be to deny it? It isn't succumbing, but invigorating the drive for life, to survival.