Wolf


All these bars are my crowd
For a song that I’ve left
With the heart to slit notes
And bleed dreams from what’s left

Of your ears to be served
By what haunts me for life
As I spit bits of bones
To be choked in your eyes

While I bleed more and more
For your spine to be ripped
From the chill it has kept
That you thought I won’t lit

With a spark of your doubts
When you thought what you heard
Were the dreams of a lamb
In the clouds of a wolf.

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