Suddenly so sullen. I shave a bed of sully folks
Stoking fires made of poision
was not the tradition of my old folks..


So, it had to had to happen sullenly
Fire on the flame
I could not hate so sullenly
Humans I could not abstain

but it to it, came life stitiches
Leaving love life in  a bag
I may have life, but stitches
but still i'm just a stag.
A bitter leavened heavy heart but still i'm just a boy
I cannot lead anything
I'm hungry boy toy