wildly
i wander
restlessly frantic
why do i bother
to make a home
when i could roam
so freely
in a world where no one can
feed me
so ferociously
the hunger takes control of me
and i rip apart a soul and
eat the things i like
i am not a wife
just a lightning strike for the lonely
there and then im
gone
did u think you could ever know me?