The boy who cried wolf No begged for one to appear Dangerous and disgusting With eyes that cut through the night With teeth bloodthirsty Rip his clothes and skin to shreads Reminding the boy Of everything he wished to forget Oh dear wolf Prove that I can be your worthy victim Share this life with me And swallow the punishment At the end of my riffle So I can be legitimately Disappointed
familiar patterns feel comfortable even if traumatic, so we recreate them all the time