How come it’s sadistically silent,
when all I want to hear
is the duet
of the moon and your
howl?

I’m no wolf,
but my do we both
have something in
common.


We both are star crossed lovers,
of the moon.


I may not entice myself to the law of time,
but it never meant
I stopped listening
at night.


And when you swear
upon a deathbed you know one day,
you’ll be slumbering in---
Just how many demons will be
hungry for your ashes?


Sure we have all have our
filthy little secrets
But since when are we
taking them to our graves?


And I don’t wanna whisper (help me,)
at the stroke of midnight.
‘Cause if you struck that **** clock 12 times,
Lord knows how many shadows

would feast--
On an empty girl at 12 a.m.


Hearts are savage creatures,
that’s why we keep them
caged in our
ribs.
(Even if our ribcages are secretly made of
dove feathers.)

Keep the hounds in hell dear,
for me?


Because if that’s all your duet has to offer,
than keep your lyrics. (But if you can sing, make me want to listen.     Wolf girl.)