my tongue bites
my face, my voice, cold with carelessness
we speak with savagery on our tongues,
the taste of reckless entitlement
you think we are the same

but behind this cold mask
i am warm, kind
and completely touchable

i am conflicted..
am i the prey that you can sink your teeth into in the end?
or am i the acclaimed innocence?

i have blood on my hands,
i want to see men like you crumble
i find you, i make myself the victim
then i tear into your skin

am i a sheep in wolves clothing?
or am i a killer of killers?